So after my insane flight debacle yesterday, I finally ended up getting into Minneapolis to be treated to an evening summer thunderstorm, which was a bit inconvenient navigating my way across a strange city. Happily, when I arrived at the hotel, it turns out that I had a room to myself (Netroots scholarship participants normally double up), so I'm sittin' pretty in the lap of luxury.
Even though I was exhausted, I joined Scott Wooledge (of the DailyKos and Pam's House Blend) at the Hilton bar, where I had the privilege to meet a few of my heroes, to include Pam Spaulding and Jeremy Hooper of GoodAsYou, oddly enough the very first gay blog I ever read. I admit, I gushed on him a little bit. He gracefully thanked me and then moved to the other side of the room. Maybe I should have offered him a wet nap.
It was a delight to meet all these characters (Zach Rosen from The New Gay? Cute as a button, FYI), and I was super pleased. I couldn't help feeling, naturally, a certain sense of What-The-Fuck... I mean, I'm just some PNW hipster with too much time on my hands, right? What the hell am I doing rubbing elbows with Rod McCullom? But everyone was super friendly and warm. Nothing productive was gained in the evening-- meeting up in the hotel bar was purely social.
Scott and I got down to the bottom of a gay scandal rocking the blogging world this week, however. You know Maggie Gallagher? We decided her yet unseen husband simply must be the true identity of Paula Brooks.
I came back to my hotel to find a treat: one of my very favorite BFFs from high school was waiting for me in the lobby with a bottle of wine in his bag and a smile on his face. Evidently he's traveling the country with his girlfriend and is in Minneapolis the same week I am, so we marveled at the serendipity of our meeting and then promptly got drunk on cheap hooch in my room.
This morning I'm starting a day of pre-convention meetings, so I'll get to meet all the other Netroots participants and will probably be drooling over the hot progressive gays. Don't worry, I've got a pocket full of wet naps. See you there!