When Mommy Bloggers meet.

Just recently, I had the good fortune to score a meet up with one super talented writer and mommy blogger. I was actually a little bit nervous. Ya know? Like here I am, with my drug induced blog, maybe she wouldn't like me. Or maybe she would have one of those phone calls that people get in the middle of a blind date to save them from some horrible fate of spending countless minutes alone with a boring person. She'd get that phone call and then dash off, leaving me alone with my bottle of wine and Valium. Or maybe she was scared that I might try to offer her some Valium as well. Maybe she was hoping I had some? I don't know. Many thoughts ran through my mind.

Of course when we initially talked, we had made plans to go out without our children. Upon her suggesting that, I was immediately in love with her. For, who knows, only than other mothers what it is like to try and go out WITH your children and have a coherent conversation with anybody? It's just about impossible.

So the night came, and McMommy rolls up to my hotel. The valet swings open the door and the most beautiful girl behind the wheel of the car offers me a huge smile. I jump in the car and we hug as if we've been friends our entire life. We start talking. And honestly, I don't think we ever stopped.

If you read her blog, then you too know how awesome she is. I don't have to tell you that. There is a reason that you keep going back. Well, having met her, I can tell you that she is even more awesome in person. The likability factor just goes up. Is that a word? Well if it isn't, then it is now. And I don't even care.

She's sweet, thoughtful and extremely considerate. The fact that she likes red wine and cheesecake has absolutely nothing to do with it. Nor the fact that I drank most of the wine. I had to. It was in both of our best interests.

So we went to McMommy and McDaddy's favorite little restaurant. I couldn't have been happier that it was nearly storming out. We were going to go elsewhere, but we decided on this little love shack. I say that, because the atmosphere is romantic, cozy, and all that you would imagine of the perfect little Italian getaway.

There was a bottle of wine. There was some complimentary wine. There was a cute young waiter from Brazil. (Was it Brazil?)I mentioned something about my birthday, and then a bit later, the lights dimmed. (I could barely see McMommy) and then our table was surrounded. By men. (Why weren't there any girl waiters/waitresses?) Just curious. But only men surrounded us, and they sang. Happy Birthday! To me! I couldn't even believe it. It's not like I went out of my way to tell everyone. And it really wasn't my birthday. Actually, it had passed roughly two weeks ago. Or so. But who's counting?

I did bring my video camera, and was able to capture some of our evening. I chopped it up, so please forgive my editing skills. There was a lot more, but I do want you to come back and read my blog. If you see me acting like a total goof, then you might really think I am hitting the Valium.

And yeah, I also realize there is a piece of hair in my face. It's bothering me too when I watch the video back. I also meant to say that "I have 4 children in my care and custody" not "4 children in my possession" as I know that you don't "own" children. It's the Cabernet talking. (Really really good Cabernet.)

So, without further ado...