[….and the Corascope Chronicles continue….]
January 2nd, after spending the day buying Nightmare Before Christmas stuff for my kid in Quake, looking at wedding rings, and explaining what on Earth a “blog” is to a curious jeweler (*snicker*), Scope and I ventured off to the Hala Kahiki Lounge for the big, bad Blogaritaville brouhaha, the Drysdale Awards.
It was a whopping 7 degrees in Chicago that day, which I’m 99.9999999999999% sure is the coldest temp I’ve ever endured. But, hey, looky here – I actually managed to survive, people!
WOOT!!
Still, it was a wee bit funny to be sitting in a tiki bar surrounded by people in Hawaiian garb after emerging from such North Pole(ish) temps, all bundled up like that kid from A Christmas Story.
At the Drysdales, we had the privilege of meeting the one and only Grant Miller, Splotchy and Joe The Cop. Of course, I have no pictures to prove it. Utter bloggy fail there. Turns out the only pictures I took that night were of Scope, and they all came out shaky like this one:
What?! Don’t give me that look! Blame the damn delicious Mai Tai! Even though I only had like 1/3 of it, which is, admittedly A LOT for me since I don’t drink! (And now we see why, don’t we, boys and girls?)
Eventually, Scope and I had to bid adieu to Grant and the gang because *gasp* the Hala Kahiki Lounge doesn’t serve food. And lack of food turns me into Satan.
As does watching Grant Miller getting carded by the waitress when I was NOT.
*snarl*
(….to be continued….)
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