Thursday, November 09, 2006
when bloggers collide...
Many of you know that I have known Scott (Caveat Emptor) for the better part of three decades (and some of the worser parts of those decades as well). Some of you might also know that my wife and kids and I are going to be in Texas from Nov. 20th through Nov. 31st. What some of you might not know is that Scott and his wife and family, and my wife, and my family, and several others, are going to meet for dinner at a popular Mexican food restaurant in Fort Worth, TX on Nov. 26th. I'm looking forward to it, I really am.
There is one thing that I fear, however. You see, Scott and I have not met since we've become bigtime celebrity bloggers in the blogosphere. I know, I know. "How can that be?" you're asking yourself. My fear is that the restaurant will not be able to contain the swollen personalities of both Scott and myself. If Rick (Observations of Earth) shows up with his lovely wife, it might be more than the restaurant is prepared for. I mean, with Scott's recent Hoagie Turkey, it might just turn into a fan brawl. I just don't know if I'm ready to face all of the adoring fans, the paparazzi, the young girls throwing themselves at us, the strange people asking Scott to sign their Garden Gnome statues (bring a waterproof sharpie Scott), and people continually asking Rick about the rat that nibbled his toes when he was living in squalor (how about some pictures this time, ok Rick?).
What should we do to prepare the restaurant for this triple onslaught of blogger personality? How can we have a nice dinner in peace without the constant media attention and the adoring fans continually asking to refill our drinks? What should we do? Is there anyone out there with experience with this sort of thing (Brando, maybe? I know Bobness has the kind of advice we need. He's had plenty of experience. But will he be willing to share his cryptic knowledge?), or are we, alas, on our own? Is being a blogger celebrity really as lonely as being any other type of celebrity? I suppose Scott, Rick, and I, are about to find out. Good luck men. May we gain strength from our wives, and from each other.