You know it’s gonna be a good day when you haven’t had a call from your honey in a month, and then you get two right before/as you’re leaving for Dave Diego. I was all choked up just hearing his voice. It was the icing on the cake, even before I got the cake!
Anyway, I can’t do a recap. I’m not sure I know how. Karl is a master of them, so I think I’ll leave it to him to do that. What I can give you are the impressions I have from the day. This is the cream that rises to the top when I think of Saturday…
For someone with bad knees and uncontrolled asthma, who doesn’t walk much because of both, I walked more than I have in about a year. I’m hoarse this morning from all the cig smoke everywhere. I had a few moments at the art show where I thought I was gonna have an asthma attack from all the smoke. I was drenched in sweat from all the walking (which played holy hell with my hair). My knees are only a little sore this morning. But my twatting hand hurts like hell! WTF?
For someone who doesn’t drink, I had two. Had a nice Cuervo margy at the pre-event party. Then, after dinner, the ever so wonderful Vahid bought me a Jack and Coke. Whew. The J&C tasted awesome. I miss drinking those, but doubt I will go back to being a big drinker.
Jester and Dave are the same height. Motley and Uncle Monkey Boy are the same height. Karl and Othurme look like they are the same height. No one was the same height as me. Everyone was taller or shorter. I guess 5’5″ isn’t so bad after all. It made me rather unique in this group.
I was unique in other ways too. Hilly, Karl, and Motley all wore green. I wore pink. Jester and UMB didn’t wear green. Jester said it was because he hadn’t gotten the memo.
I might as well have not spent 30 minutes ironing my hair. Between the dampness from sweat, the humidity, and the wind, my hair ended up a big fluffy, frizzy, wavy poof by the time dinner arrived… it looked just like it did when it air dried after my shower that morning. Go figure.
When we changed venues because Nicky Rotten’s had a $10 cover charge, we walked across the street to Whisky Girl’s. Karl mesmerized the hostess with his oozing charm, and she let us have this huge corner booth. This turned out to be an amazing success. Whiskey Girl’s not only had mac n cheese as a side item, they had TATER TOTS! YUM! Dave, of course, had tater tots with his veggie burger, which they were NOT out of.
I am clearly an ass for not reading Vahid. The man is one of the nicest, sweetest, funniest people you will ever meet. His blog goes in my feed reader today.
Uncle Monkey Boy has an awesome manicure with black polish. He totally outdid my purple nails.
Dave can charm more than bloggers. The waitress was dazzled by his… pirate button. Dave being the giving soul that he is, the waitress walked away with a tray full of buttons for herself and the wait staff (who were all females in short skirts.) I got ten buttons, among them were the penis salad button, Lil Dave Nirvana, Bad Monkey Devil, Lil Dave Zombie, Try Evil, an Amethyst, and the Dave Seal of Approval!
Contrary to other blogger reports, Hilly’s driving is fine. As soon as she put on mellow music on the drive home, I dozed off! I am clearly old, and excitement is too much for me. Oh, and DaCar is comfy.
The drive to Dave Diego was interesting in a riCOCKulas way that had nothing to do with DaCar.
Jester has the most beautiful smile.
Uncle Monkey Boy is beyond beautiful.
Gooster never did tell us what his name means.
Othurme has these super hero eyes that see all and know all and make you wonder just what sly thing he is thinking and/or plotting behind his uber intelligent face.
Get a few Guinnesses in Karl and you can get him to sing!
PseudoSJ is a tiny thing! It’s not often that I am taller than people.
All the twats I was getting on my phone were from Dave Diego attendees. We must have been dominating the Twitter world.
Vahid is flirty and fun and up for anything, AND he’s a total gentleman who will give a 19 year old the shirt off his back when the A/C gets too cold. Most men would have just let Motley get hard nipples.
And really… EVERYONE loves Hilly’s boobs… especially the gays.
I shared an “our little secret” moment with Vahid. Then I had one with Jester at the art show. The kindness of the people in this group is incredibly touching. My heart is filled with love this morning.
Dave is an amazing person. He shows up, hands out lanyards with name tags, starts putting together buttons, hands out packs of Blogography playing cards, talks to everyone… He’s so happy that people came out to meet him. He poses for pics and tells stories (the karaoke in Sweden one was funny) and plays host without playing host. The man knows how to throw a party.
My overall impression of Dave Diego? HUGE SUCCESS… because the people are all so much more than larger than life. They are all so very real, and very, very nice. In a world where there is a glut of people who are extreme, these people are so nice they are comfortable to be around. And that is saying a lot in my world.
A very special thank you, big hugs, and a huge MUAH to Hilly, without whom, Motley and I would have been stuck at home reading the twats instead of sending them.
Motley and I made a slideshow from my Flickr Dave Diego Set.
Happy Dave Diego Sunday Aftermath to you all!