Crushed…

I didn’t know what to expect.  A dirty blond in a new place.  It was going to be my first time.  I didn’t know what to wear, or how long I’d be wearing it.  I got there on time, and that’s where I saw her.  She was at the bar.  All by herself.  I made myself conspicuous, and just like I had plotted it out in my many dreams; she invited me to sit down.  I was crushing hard.  She was, after all, The Fairy Blogmother.

Marcy Massura and Suzanne Broughton, BlogCrush Co-Founders

She took me to a private room (the patio facing the parking lot, actually) and it began to fill with stars and starlets, some of whom I’d seen only in virtual print.  Cameras were flashing and stories were gushing. There was Suz, a heavy hitter in this new world, speaking to me as if I were part of the online “it” crowd, and in that moment, I was.   And, me, having only been in this blog town for three months, I was struck.  Crushed, actually.  Blog-crushed.

The Modchik

There was Lindsay Garrett, The Modchik, Pam Brashear De Jong, of Mom is a Four-Letter Word fame, Pricilla Ann Willis, who looked every bit as delicious as her “She’s Cookin’” pages, and Kath Rasher, who really is both Sugar and Spice… and of course, true to the venue, there were a few Lazy Dogs.





Gabriel Caliendo, Exec. Chef

We really were some sort of big deal.  The press (Frank Groff Public Relations) was there to cover the event.  Other tables leered with envy. Executive Chef, Gabriel Caliendo, mingled amongst us, plying us with various potables and epicurian delights… And I was eating and drinking it up… all of it.  It was like we were the new Rat-Pack, and this online and outdoor space was our Las Vegas… our Hollywood… our spotlight-drenched stage, and that too, I was soaking up.  After all, I came to this blog-town to be a star.  Those words I dished and stories I perverted all for a laugh, a smile and for sycophatic praise were not for naught. Those late nights I spent exposing my soul, naked for the world to see, were not in vain…  and this event, this night, This BlogCrush was a celebration of it all.  And I was there. I had truly arrived.

[...of course, afterward, I went home to my wife and back to reality -- well, reality TV anyway -- where I realized truth may be stranger' than fiction, but it's nowhere near as fun.]