My inner loser decided to attend a bloggers event last night. And I roped a few peeps into it. Here’s the deal: I don’t understand RSS feeds, twitter, anything with the word meta in it. Are you feeling me? I started this blog the day we moved to London so that I wouldn’t have to repeat our tales of adventures more than once. I am nothing if not dedicatedly lazy.
Then little things happen like WordPress advertises it and I get over 300 views one day (which is equivalent to dogpoop if you’re a real blogger but nonetheless). Or someone says, you’re funny. If you wrote a book I would buy it. And then I think, wait- are you serious? EASYYYYYY STREEEEEEEET. 3 more stories about being unemployed and cooking lamb for skinny Bryan and we are SET.FOR.LIFE. Then I wake up from the dream and I am still trying to bribe people to comment on a post, devising ways to screw the landlord in the future out of the last month’s rent and eating expired cottage cheese because Bryan keeps making me nervous that the stock market just ate our life’s savings and “maybe we shouldn’t go too crazy on Christmas presents this year”.
So the blogger thing was hosted by Smirnoff at the Diageo headquarters- home of your favorite brands like Guinness, Captain Morgan and Cuervo. Wait, I know you “hate” Cuervo now because you got all older and wiser and annoying. But remember that time you did so many shots of it and you were 23 and you felt like the ruler of the universe and then you had a bad hangover? That was so fun.
So yeah Smirnoff. This is where marketing and brand awareness and everything 2.0 are lost on me. I might have been being played. In fact, I have now mentioned Smirnoff three times. Just because I was plied with a few free drinks. SMIRNOFF. Apparently I was also in the presence of greatness. I talked to this blogger for awhile: http://london-underground.blogspot.com/. She’s a big deal in London and it’s cool to see how she writes about experiencing the NY subway for the first time. F train represent.
Wait, what was I saying? I have no idea. I didn’t learn much last night except that maybe if I try blogging really really hard for six years, um I still won’t be able to quit my day job. Day job, I love you so much. That shirt is really flattering on you.
P.S. I will randonly draw one name from those who comment today and the lucky winner will get a bottle of Smirnoff mailed to you with special messages from me and Bryan sharpied all over it. If no one comments, I will instead drink the bottle myself and dance around the flat to Edie Brickell & the New Bohemians and PM Dawn.