“Did you go home with Roosh”

So you’re saying I shouldn’t have wrote my recap…. DAMN!

wait, no homo what?

You probably shouldn’t have written ANY of your recaps.

I don’t know that yours really qualifies as a recap…

It never claimed to be a recap…think of it as a recap helper. Like Hamburger Helper only with less meat.

I think I smacked a couple asses. But since I’ve basically written a recap for every other happy hour I’ve been to, I’m letting you all do the dirty work this time. Mwahahahaha.

And I agree with I-66, this is not a recap.

You said “dirty”.

The anon comment was me. I forgot to write in my name.

and if the answer is ‘yeah, I think Arjewtino did that’ to more than two of the series of questions he wrote…welcome to the group, babies.

I’m a good boy.

HAHAHA…My recap is coming…

Congrats on the most self-congratulatory happy hour evAr!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!

or you can write it while you are still drunk and somehow sitting in front of the computer… though I just wanted to write down who I met since it was kind of cool to put some names with faces… though there are some people that I totally remember talking to but I am so bad with names that only a few stuck (mainly the ones whose blogs I read…)

Ahem.

“More recaps from co-hosts” implies that this too is a recap. Just sayin.

I don’t even get a photo credit? Come on!

My HH recap is en route right… now.

*or* we are all equally bad. we really do have a bad habit of ass smacking, the lot of us.

But I am the Godfather of Ass Smacking.

I’m kinda glad I left before all inevitable ass molesting took place…

Funny…I thought that’s what you left for.

Thanks for the great timing of the event. I’m sure I *would* have had a great time.

I’d blame your air carrier’s cross-Pacific flight scheduling managers.

OK, why was my ass not smacked?

I am feeling ridiculously left out right now. Is my ass not worthy of smacking? I demand make-up ass smacking at the next HH.

I believe I smacked your ass Saturday during the Billy Goat hike. Sometimes the smacks come late, but they do come.

I saved my best baseball-related pickup line for you. Feel free to tweak it for the Princess– 60 percent of the time, it works every time.

That pickup line could work on a deaf monk.

My ass was indeed smacked, and was happy for it. And I think I even had my hair pulled once or twice, which really made for the perfect evening out.

Surprisingly, no one molested me from the waist up. But Baby Bien did unapologetically look down my shirt at least twice. Can’t say I blame him, though. I was a little obnoxious in the cleavage dept. Still - he’s a perv.

He did the unapologetic I’m-going-to-check-out-your-cleavage-and-there’s-really-nothing-you-can-do-about-it cleavage stare. Of course, so did half of the people there.

What if you met a blogger at said happy hour, he told you he was “a big fan even though [he’s] not into fashion and sh*t,” he proceeded to promise you he’d link to your blog “the next day,” but the harder you look for this link, the more you realize he was probably lying about being “a big fan” and only said such nice things to you because it was your first happy hour with the group?

And because he was under the spell of your new bewitching Posh Spice haircut?

I’d say that blogger is indeed, a big fan of yours and can sometimes be forgetful about things he promises. I’d recommend she look at his site again and notice the link.

I think I’m starting to enjoy the molestation too much. I think that’s due in part to what I admitted to you outside. So, until further notice, keep up the molestation.

Remember to let me know how my present worked out for you. I’m dieing to know!

Now I must clean my glasses because I can’t see what I’m typing….

Wow, I can’t remember any of that.

Brewies Chewies is by far my new favorite blog.

And he now takes top prize as “hottest blogger at HH”.

I believe I still hold that prize. But his blog really is worth a look.

That blogger sure is quick!

And for the record, it’s bad blogger etiquette to passive-agressively “remind” someone to link to you, isn’t it?

Damn, I’m such a f**king newbie.

That’s terrible netiquette, yes. But the newbie can make it up to the wily blog veteran by linking to him herself.

Good times, good people. Too bad I can’t remember much else…

FreckledK ma dear - I seem to remember you being licked a few times by said Baby Bien. Or maybe things were a bit blurry for me and i’m making it up.

Either way - I think I have photos to prove said lickage (or erm attempted lickage)

Hmmm…

I do not recall seeing any licking, thank you saints in heaven.

Oh man, I thought the ass-smacking was something sacred between us only on Tuesdays.

No, I like to spread the wealth. That doesn’t cheapen it for you, does it?

I’m fairly certain that with this helpful guide to recapping I could throw a few links on my blog, talk about how great it was to meet everyone, and have quite a few bloggers express a similar sentiment about me despite not attending. That will be a fun experiment I think.

You should definitely try that; it worked for Brewies Chewies since three people told him they had read his fictional blog.

I would link to said blogger, but his blog isn’t related to “fashion and sh*t,” so I can’t.

No really, I can’t.

Said blogger is sad and questioning whether he really did use the words “fashion and shit” but trusting that the fashion blogger would remember a line like that.

Someday I hope someone at a Happy Hour tells me they like a baseball team that is not the Evil Empire or their wannabe National League West Coast emulators. (Although, letting J.D. Drew go was brilliant.)

As a Dodgers fan, I hate the Yankees but I like the Red Sox. Still, J.D. Drew is their problem now. Suckas….

mazel tov on your countryman’s US open win.

Thank you, I’m getting a lot of props today from people impressed with El Pato.

You totally said “fashion and shit.”

I recall also saying, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about half the time but you write about fashion and shit so well it’s actually interesting.

Maybe I should start a blog called Fashion and Shit, you know, for the dudes.

Baby Bien faux-licked me. It’s the Happy Hour equivalent of the Hollywood air-kiss.

If you do start a Fashion and Sh*t blog - for the dudes - you should begin with the travesty that is the wet, transparent, white undershirt. I think that, as the expert on all things fashion, Johanna would agree.

Either that, or you can begin with a post on ironic, male hipster T-shirts.

And, I’ll sure I’ll regret saying this, but I’m disappointed by the absence of Arjewcy photos in the recap. It just doesn’t feel complete without a portfolio of you from every angle.

Strong meta-recap.

[…] ever. It’s one of those “What happens at happy hour, stays at happy hour” things. Arjewtino, KassyK, INPY, and Virgle Kent had better […]

Dang. And to think of all the things I could’ve taught my impressionable niece and nephew had I been able to come.
Kids, someday this will all be yours …

I just remembered that there is a strong possibility that I felt up Culito. I’m sorry, Culito. But that’s what you get when you’re a shirt slut around drunk women.

and by the by, I second freckledk’s idea wholeheartedly.

Man, I never hear about these durned blogger meet-up, so I never get to attend one! Dammit!
Grrrrrrr
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This is pure genius.

I’m totally gonna start a Blog Happy Hour Blog, so when the bloggers have a Happy Hour, we can discuss the blogging discussions and partying from the Happy Hour on it’s own blog. Then I’m gonna have a Happy Hour Blog Happy Hour and blog about that…and the world is going to explode from a feedback loop of over-whelming public indifference, which brings up the age old question:

If a group of self-interested bloggers fall in a forest of non-virtual, real world beauty and tragedy…do they make a noise?