K8 the GR8

How excellent the Blog Awards were last night!

Best Bud attended, probably expecting a real geekshow, but was so obviously impressed by the crowd, the presenter, and the humourarse George Dubya preludes.  Not to mention her winning a DVD player!  ‘*sigh* I never win anything…’ came from her disillusioned lips just as her numbers were called out.

You know what was the strangest part?

Normally at a party, you’ll find yourself gazing upon a sea of unfamiliar faces.  You look at a person and wonder what their story is, so you talk to them to find out.  Last night, however, I felt like I knew at least half of the people quite well already from reading their blogs, but I had no idea how to tie these personalities to the faces!  Name badges were supplied, but a dry-wipe board in one corner of the room would’ve helped- a blank grid perhaps, with the heading: ‘Who are you and what are you wearing?!?!’   Sincere thanks to the bloggers who came over and chatted to me, for I was painfully shy!

There were, however, some people who had no need for nametags at all at all…

‘Isn’t he sooo pretty?’

I stuck by Hails and her sister and together we gazed at tits at a vague attempt to read the small print, but it was pretty tough going - this would explain my uncharacteristic rapture at recognising Medbh thanks to her patent yellow slingbacks, then my double rapture to find she was chatting to Gimme.  I truly apologise to the poor bloke they were talking to for interrupting their conversation so unbelievably rudely!

I had to split shortly after before my ballgown turned back into a Van Halen t-shirt at the stroke of midnight and TAT turned back into a badger.

I hope there aren’t too many heads suffering from backwards rollercoaster syndrome today.

Me?  I am a little delicat…

(for the record, I swear this picture is not photoshopped!)