Some days I am supremely grateful for the flashes of cowardice that blind me from locating my phone, unfortunately set to vibrate, and fortunately unfortunately set to OFF, because hearing the words WHY AREN’T YOU HERE??? is such a heavy weight to carry when you are already trying to outrun the gun. Oh, Jenny, 8675309 would not have been a good time call.
But WHY AREN’T YOU HERE??? seemed to be exactly what I needed to hear, because I have been smiling ear to ear on a weekend when I predicted no such forecast, and thank the baby jesus for twitter and flickr and statcounter and voicemail. Thank mother nature, too, for endless miles of trails that allow me to put expensive shoes on all this running I have in me.
Mostly, thanks to all your boys who kept your bread buttered and your event smooth. Not being there is to appreciate what it is to be there. It is a rare gift to enjoy friends defacing your head from thousands of miles away.
photos courtesy of the indomitable jenny of runjenrun and tequilacon fame.
8 comments:
So when and where is the next one? Cuz, damn it, I'm getting tired of missing out on all the fun. Maybe if I have a year's advance notice, I can get my shit together for 2009.
i am also curious about the when and where of the next one, and will be pestering jenny mercilessly until i have answers!
i'm counting on you to get me the info. you're my only hope.
is it weird that whenever i visit your site and read the tagline/name(?) all i really see is "The Penis" which gets my mind to wondering, the penis what? what did the penis do? and well, that line of thinking can suck up an entire day.
so to speak.
The cuteness of those boys is completely overwhelming. It's good I was not there.
Brandon x 5 < Brandon.
It's probably a good thing you didn't pick up, because if I had let all the people who wanted to talk to you talk to you, oh, my Sprint bill.
Here's the thing, though... now that we've all had our way with so many Brandons, you're going to have to be prepared to pose for all sorts of creepy photos next year when you reclaim your co-host status.
Keep those running shoes at the ready, my friend. :)
I'm sorry you weren't there. We missed you. However, you did fan me a few times. Thanks for the CD, too, by the way. Maybe I will get to meet you next time around.
I'm sad that I didn't manage to get a Brandon Head to take home with me. I was kind of getting used to you watching me everywhere that night.
pea, penis? OHHH! PEN IS... i NEVER saw that. ahem.
e, i keep telling myself that too and it doesn't work.
jenny! I'M PREPARED, I'M PREPARED!
shelli, i am sure that this was the first tequilacon where i was even remotely useful.
dave, this may creep you out, but i am still watching you.
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