Hopefully you have all read THIS already which will you give you an alternate perspective on the night’s events. The Brad has an excellent way of being succinct and hysterical. I will be far more verbose. My apologies if you’re coming here for the first time from his site.
Brad was the first (and only, thus far) person of giving me the honour of linking my silly little blog in his list of blog websites on his personal webpage. I was deeply touched and vowed to touch base with him should my paths ever cross. We have been having a spate of just missing each others, he was in London at the same time as myself, I was in Maryland earlier in the year and hadn’t made the connection he lived there. This time I gave him PLENTY of warning I was coming and we arranged to meet up.
This was completely surreal. Although we sorta kinda knew each other from our blogs (and, by extension, his extended blog family of whose adventures I also keep abreast) you don’t really know the person at all. So meeting up is a risk. I could be a serial killer, he could be a serial killer, we could hate each other instantly, all of those things. Fortunately none of those things occurred and we had an excellent evening chewing the fat, as much as we could hear each other.
We attempted to find an outback Steakhouse to further add to the surreal experience however couldn’t find one. We instead chose to go to the Buffalo Wild Wings Sport And Grill Bar. Fascinatingly nether of us liked either buffalo wings or sports so this place had our name written all over it. It was also packed and instantly noisy as evidently there was some type of sporting event happening. We were also waited on by a man I will nickname Harry, after Harry Potter due to his capacity to disappear. Harry was possibly the worst server I have ever experienced here in the states. Not only did he disappear for hours on end he brought our appetizer and main meal at the same time (really????) and when it was time to pay the bill I had to actively look for him. Brad and I could have literally travelled back to Australia on the 14 hour flight before Harry would have realized we were gone.
Despite this, and the fact neither of us knew anything about sports or why the people were cheering, it was an excellent night. Brad turns into a pumpkin really early so I had to let him go earlier than I liked. I would have liked to have gone to somewhere quieter and chat rather than scream personal insights to each other across the table. Nevertheless we had a good chat and I discovered stuff about him and he me that blogs just don’t quite do justice to. And there was so much I forgot to tell him. Like I forgot tell him I call his blog brad-adaption cos my brain fumbles over bradaptation.
Meeting blog buddies is weird though. It’s like a half-finished conversation all the way through. You allude to something and the person knows what you’re talking about as you blogged about it months ago. Surreal. In the haste to escape screaming testosterone land though we forgot to get a picture of ourselves together. So in his honour I took a picture from my motel window of his favourite place in the universe.
Brad. Email me. Call me. All of those things. It was good buddy. Lets do it again.
Ahem, see my post on bradataption………… He is lucky we queers got hold of you and had removed your Wooly Booger appearance!
HA! Yes, it’s good neither of you were serial killers.
Fascinatingly though, Peggy, Adelaide, the city in which I live, is reknowned for it’s serial killers. I’m not one of them I hasten to add but for a little, tiny town it has produced heaps. People kind of freak out when I mention that though so I’ve learnt to keep that quiet but Adelaide is known for its wine, its churches and it’s serial killers.
(this got pulled from the air quickly as Adelaideans were offended. I thought it was funny)
I’m nice though. Ask Brad.
HA! Some people just have no sense of humor.
I’m a Dexter watcher…and I was a Six Feet Under watcher too.
I loved both as well. This ad was genius and as Lisa has mentioned, nothing changes.
I have never heard of Dexter, but now I’m curious.
Way to not be a serial killer!
Since you have been overseas Nigel there have been 4 more murders. Thankfully major crime have arrested one crook for 3 of them. Just need to find the other crook.
That’s brilliant that I have a good alibi.
Sorry the fried pickles weren’t as good as the ones you’ve had before. Just consider it more material for the book you’re writing: “Fried Pickles of the World”
Fried pickles of the world! sadly its a local thing. Cant get them in Australia.
Probably a good thing though. I am fat enough
Ah Nigel , I was thinking the same thing about the serial killers.Hmmm great minds…. Oh and by the way they got the other killer today, so its safe to come home xx
It has amused me greatly that my mentioning the killers in Adelaide and all the Adelaideans have been nonchalantly referencing the latest one happening while I am here
The resigned indifference to the fact we have had yet another mass murder…. oh theres a blog post there.