TequilaCon is the New Black, and Other Malatropes

TequilaCon is the New Black, and Other Malatropes

Last year when Jenny asked if I might be interested in flying out to Chicago for a drink, I thought, “It is a far, far better drink than I have ever drunk; it is to a far, far better con I go, to which I’ve ever gone before.”

But when I discovered there would only be ONE OTHER BLOGGER at TequilaCon, she said “An Egg in the Spoon is worth TWO in the Bush.”

OH HOW TRUE IT WERE.

Though, soon we were repeating, “Never start a TequilaCon without Asia.”

All of which, is snowclone speak for : “ALL YOUR TEQUILACON ARE BELONG TO US.”

On Saturday, I WILL WAKE UP AND SMELL THE TEQUILACON.

And afterwards, I WILL BE LOVING THE SMELL OF THE DAILY DUMP IN THE MORNING.

And when people start talking about how close they are to Eclectic, I will say, “I knew Eclectic. Eclectic was a friend of mine. You drunk sons-of-bitches are no Eclectic(s).”

Gah. So many clichés, so little time.

This is not your Father’s blog meetup.

This is the Mother of all blog meetups.

Brother, can you spare a…

Okay, this is old already. Anyways, if you are in the NY viCinITY on Saturday, make sure you stop by STOUT to mix it up with all the pretty people. Just follow the digital flashbulbs and Journey references.

And if you can’t make it but still want to feel like part of the action, just leave something witty to say in my comments box. I’ll repeat your phrase WORD FOR WORD AT AN INAPPROPRIATE TIME DURING THE EVENING.

IF YOU DON’T, THE TERRORISTS WILL HAVE ALREADY WON.

ed. for anyone I forgot: That's no moon, that's a blogger scorned.