What a very, very interesting weekend. A trip to Columbus resulting in a meeting with our good blogging friend Graig, playing way to many games of bartender, looking forward to Bob Evans at 6 am, watching USA basketball when getting home from the bars and seeing Seal put his balls on all our friends who had passed out. It was a great time.
Arrive in Columbus and immediately break-in our host for the weekend’s brand new, fully stocked bar. It was going to be a good weekend. However, a small damper was put on the beginning of the festivities when Graig emailed me and said he would not be coming out Friday night because his Mrs. wouldn’t let him. His exact words, “sometimes the wife reigns you in.” Very disappointing and I let him know so.
Graig’s testicles must have descended at some point between noon and 6 p.m. because that’s when I got a text saying he was in. I would have loved to see how that conversation went with his wife. “Honey, I know we have plans tonight but if it’s OK, I’m going to cancel them and go out with a random guy I have never met before.” Wonder what the wife was thinking then?
The next four hours made it feel like I was G$’s wife. We began texting back and forth about where to meet. Back and forth we went trying to convince the other to meet when he was going to be. It was like trying to convince your significant other to eat Italian when she wanted Mexican. I finally won.
Then the moment of truth came. I got to the bar, took a sit with my friends and then my phone rang. It was G$. I picked up, “Yo,” I yelled. Then nothing. He had hung up. What was that? Did he succumb to the nervous little girl in him and couldn’t bring himself to say anything so he just hung up? Was the pressure of meeting a new guy getting to him and left him choking like Sergio in the final round (way to do it again yesterday Serg!)? I didn’t know but this was starting to get weird. I really felt like I was meeting someone off the Internet for the first time. Oh, wait, I was. But this was my first time meeting a guy with the intentions of sex. Err, I mean, first time ever meeting a guy off the Internet.
After Graig’s little hang up call, I noticed him sitting at another table, with Damman, waving his arm at me. He did the normal one arm in the air, not so much a wave, wave. I could tell though he really wanted to do a full, double arm, stand in the air, I can’t control my excitement wave but he did a good job containing his emotions.
This was it. The moment nearly a year and a half in the making. Finally the blogging superpowers of G$ and J Beanie were going to meet. What was going to happen with such powerful bloggers got together? Would streetlights explode? Would everyone faint? Would the paparazzi come out of bush and take our pictures? How should I greet him? Should I hug him? Should I shake his hand? Do I introduce myself? He knows mine name, but I’ve never met him. Should I introduce myself as Brent or J Beanie? So many questions, not enough time to answer them all. Graig approached look more like a shopping mall Santa Claus than a sports blogger. Dammon flaked him filling his role as Robin to his Batman and I had Roseberg filling the same roll (and Frank too). It was a pleasant time. Nothing too crazy and it was nice to have conversation like real people instead of two nerds doing it through a website. The meeting was everything you could expect. Fantasy football talk dominated the conversation. It was exactly like talking to each other through the websites only without the websites. The night ended when Graig said he had to leave to beat the wife home. I think he added “home” just for a cover up. We said our good-bye and went our separate ways. You know when you see someone on the street and you talk and then say good-bye only to find out you are walking the same way and then its awkward. Well, that’s what happened only after our good-byes, we ran into each other in the bathroom. A quick thought of playing swords was discussed but better judgment won out and we passed. Another good-bye (a second good-bye is always awkward but even more so when done in a bathroom) and the meeting of the blogging powers that be was over.
Saturday night didn’t bring us back together and therefore Seal and Graig could not meet in the much anticpated “who would be the first to punch the other” match up. Oh, well. So our entertainment on Saturday came from watching two hot lesbians at the bar and then coming home, watching USA basketball and watching Seal put his testicles on their heads, taking pictures of it and then showing those pictures to all the friends the next morning. Classic.
