Here I am with my Bill and Hillary awards.
Some of you asked for pictures so here you go.
I had a blast at the BlogAsheville awards and met lots of really nice cool people. I’m really glad I went. I did not meet Skippy Ha Ha who owned up to being “at least one of the people” who nominated me. She apparently was unable to make the party. I did meet a friend of hers who promised to let her know I said hello. But here again, hello Skippy Ha Ha and thank you!!
Special thanks also goes to Gordon from Scrutiny Hooligans for saving me a chair, when I told him I wasn’t strong enough to stand the whole evening. I read his blog every day and so had a bit of contact with him by email prior to the event as he is one of the organizers.
And I must call attention to one of my competitors in the Most Inspriational blog category Zen from Zenography who as far as I know is the only blogger in town to have me on his blogroll, though it’s on his other blog not his photography blog. I honestly stopped and thought about voting for him instead of me as it is sort of difficult to be inspired by oneself and his photography is truly inspiring to me. In the end I admit I went the self-serving route and voted for myself.
In any case I didn’t nominate myself for just about everything like Jason Bugg did! It worked for him though, he won a ton of shit!!
I also fess up to being completely irresponsible and drinking two cups of black tea which literally rose me up from the dead. I’ve been totally bed ridden—no joking. I’m so sensitive to caffeine now that it acted like methaphetamine and kept me going for several fun filled hours AND I could even tolerate the ear splitting music. Honestly I usually cannot tolerate any loud sound. Bizarre what substances can do to you. More bizarre what substances can do to ME. I’m a weird one, yeah.
In any case tomorrow I’ll know just how self-destructive it actually was. I expect fall out, but hope for the best. Cranking up a wasted, tired and sick body is not particulary good medicine and I don’t do it very often. I suppose I’ve done it about 3 times in the last year for special ocasions and yeah, I generally have some regrets, but hell, I deserve to have fun every now and then.
For now anyway, I’m glad I managed to get out of the house and see real people. Some of them even read my blog and paid me compliments. And everyone else was just plain nice and friendly. It’s nice to be part of a community finally. I’m so glad I ended up moving into town and am no longer out in the boonies.