It's Happy Hour Again (and Again)

I stopped by the blogger happy hour last night. It was crazy packed, but I managed to say hello to a few bloggers I’d met before and a few new ones: Kathryn, I-66, Rhinestone Cowgirl (love the tiara!), Travis, EJ, Betty Joan, Marci, Chase, Nicole, and probably some others whose names I didn’t catch. Fortunately or unfortunately, there were no zombies at the happy hour. I came to two realizations last night:

1. Blogging, which one tends to think of as a rather solitary pursuit, has become extremely social in DC. Thus, an activity that brings to mind visions of loners typing away at 4 a.m. has become a way to meet some interesting people in the real world.

2. I don’t like draft beer. I llike my beer supercold, and it’s just way colder in bottles than from the tap.

Hey, I didn’t promise they would be Earth-shattering realizations.

(Anyone who gets the song reference in the title of this post gets a gold star.)