I've felt a little shy about blogging these past couple of days. I met so many people who read my blog. And really. Now that you know me, do you really want to hear about the amazing sex I had last night?
But as is typical of me, I'm just going to say "fuck it" and blog away.
And now I'm sitting here staring at my monitor trying to think of something to say. Not about my sex life, mind you. We've been over that plenty of times before. (I'll just say that my jaw is killing me and let you draw your own conclusions.) But about all these blogger folks I met in New York. I'm not sure if I have anything to add that hasn't been written already.
Hot Toddy asked me before I left if I was nervous or excited. Although I had been nervous when I first booked the tickets, in the few days before I left, I was really just excited.
On Friday, I flew to New York via Houston and the George Bush International Airport, which I got to spend some time in since my flight was delayed. Which sucked. My time in New York was short as it was.
But I did get to talk to Aaron on the phone while I waited. I had to ask Patrick, "Who was that?" but I had guessed that it was Aaron. I couldn't wait to meet him.
I got into NYC just after 7:15. I was still feeling just excited, until I was in the jet way. Suddenly, my heart started to race. I don't think I can put a name on the emotion. Maybe nerves, excitement, fear, more excitement.
Patrick was nice enough to come fetch me at the airport. In fact, I think that was part of the agreement when he ordered me to go to New York. (I can't tell you how much I appreciate that, honey.) He had threatened to wear leather chaps and just stand in the airport screaming, "Fishy!" (you think I'm kidding?), but he was actually just standing there looking quite adorable.
In fact, that was my first thought. Cute!
I broke into a cheek-splitting grin and hurried over to get my first of many hugs. I wonder what he thinks of my first reaction. Because to tell you the truth, there was an alarming part of me that just wanted to stand there and hug and cry, so I sort of quickly started chatting and moving toward the cabs. I'm from New England. We don't show emotion in public.
Once we were in the cab and on the way to the hotel, we were talking just like we do on the phone and it was like I had known this special guy my entire life.
Speaking of special guys, MAK called while we were in the cab. He didn't sound anything like I expected. (ummm...HOT!)
We got to the hotel and checked in. The clerk obviously assumed we were a couple and even gave Patrick a key to the room.
I dropped my bags and we were off to Posh to meet up with the local bloggers (Aaron, Michael, Crash, and Rob) along with The Executive and Hot Toddy.
Those guys cracked me up. I'm not sure who I met first, but it was kind of nice that I was meeting people one at a time, as everyone was still arriving. I was easy to spot in that crowd, and I kept hearing "Toona!" and getting hugs. Except for Famous Author Rob Byrnes who actually called me by my name. And just about everyone of them said some version of the same thing. "How old are you?"
I thought my days of looking younger than my age were behind me, but apparently not. I'm sure the ponytail (I didn't want to make Patrick wait for me while I broke out the curling iron to achieve kicky hair) and braces helped to make me look younger.
So one after one I met people, and one after one I was struck by the first impression of , "Whoa! So cute." I can't explain to you how beautiful all these people were. It really struck me.
But, more importantly, the other thing that struck me was how comfortable I felt with everyone. In fact, a few people asked me if I was overwhelmed. But I never once felt like I didn't fit.
Everyone also asked me what I was drinking. And I've discussed this on the blog before. I have no clue when it comes to alcohol. I don't drink. You should have seen their jaws drop when I said that. They thought I was a lamb to the slaughter.
Patrick suggested some sweet, girly drink that I can't figure out how to spell so I won't, and that was probably a good thing, especially since I hadn't had anything but a glass of orange juice all day.
Soon MAK arrived with Steven in tow. MAK was the only one I didn't recognize right away. At the risk of embarrassing him, he is one gorgeous man.
MAK had the good sense to take me, Steven and Patrick for dinner, and later more drinks.
I had a blast. The most fun thing about that evening for me was all the boy watching. And I'm not talking about my three escorts checking out the men (although that happened too. Patrick may need a neck brace.) but all the other men watching those three. Tee hee. They seemed pretty oblivious but I got to stand back and watch all the drooling.
In fact, I told Patrick as we moved through the crowd at Barrage that he should have "Fresh Meat" written across his forehead. And, ah, Barrage, where MAK got me a raspberry stoli and ginger ale. I think he was trying to corrupt me.
Steven had to head home and MAK and Patrick walked me back to my room (such gentlemen). I had to giggle wondering what the hotel staff thought of me coming home with two men.
I had told myself that I wouldn't smile my real smile too much in New York. I'm sort of proud of myself for going to meet all these people, even though I'm still recovering from surgery. I'd like to think that means I'm not vain. But I couldn't help being somewhat self conscience. And smiling and laughing still really hurts. But I also couldn't help smiling my real smile and laughing until my cheeks bled. I just had that much fun.
So I retied my teeth together, swallowed a fistful of Motrin, watched the sex scene in the Bourne Identity on TV, and got some rest to start my adventure all over again the next day.
Saturday would see me meeting some more wonderful people and getting to know some of the ones I already love even better.
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