Grogblogging II

Forty bloogers having thoughts in their head what to write about the next day....... I'm taking the easy way out and writing about Grogblogging II.

This morning My Bloody Valentine's Loveless album plays in the background with "Sometimes" and "Soon" in constant rotation. The fuzzy opiumesque (is there such a word?) melodies wash over the-open-minds state of mind. Not from an excess of alcohol but more from a lack of sleep, I started work yesterday at 5am did a thirteen hour shift in the Western Suburbs, drove into Sydney for a few hours and then back home about 100km to the Blue Mountains. Home at about 2am.

Last night I went to "Grogblogging II ® " meeting a few fellow Sydneyside bloggers plus a carload of lads up from Warrigul or Warrieton or Warmingwood or something....... lets just say country Victoria. The aim was to meet a few Aussies face to face and find out a little bit about what was happening in my own backyard, get a few links and discuss things blog.

The above photo is the mission accomplished photo. After a rather nervous and timid start, the links and introductions were flowing almost as liberally as the jugs of beer. Links were hastily scribbled on the closest Club Keno forms.

Young Misha and Bourbonbird were tagging anything and everything (including my cigarettes) with nametags which seem to stick to everthing except clothes, they were later joined by the lovely Tokenwoman (who I've just found out flew down from Brisvegas) and talked things girly . The Bed and Breakfast Man (along with his understanding wife) who felt old but was younger than me at a spritely 36 and I discussed things musical.

From left to right Misha, Bourbonbird, The Bed and Breakfast Man and his significant other!

Dave Matt (Thanks Flashman) from NSW blog of the year DARPISM was there spending his winnings on jugs. Tim Lambert who is quite well known in the world of NSW blogging had to put up with the indignity of making him spell his name about 6 or 7 times. Flashman was cool. I met Dave from Auburn who visited my blog a few days ago and we made notes on things Hollywood before he was whisked away to some intense conversation at the bar. Uber Metro chic Canadian Philip Gomes (.....don't call me American......"but can I call you Phil?") was another who dragged along his S.O.. Spleenie and Glen Fuller were hustling at the pool table "for the love of the game" and generating a heap of laughs.

Not knowing anyone and having some not knowing me begged the question, "What do you blog about." If you've popped on by you'll now know.