Owls, Dancey Dancing and Rhino Heads

So last night was the PNW Bloggers holiday party here in Portland. So much to say, no great start point so here is my verbal vomit.

The venue was a super weird choice for such an event because of the milling around furniture thing. But really hilarious times ensued when the wine was flowing freely and the conversations began to do the same. Most of mine, in hindsight, flowed very freely and more than likely offended perfectly staged "rooms" of guests in earshot. But, the best parts of the night were those moments when I would open my big mouth, outlandish things were stated, and then I would see the look on a a newly met face and know we just shared a moment. Kindred spirits and swears and shares. Just wholesome good times. Bloggers and mommas and crafters of things pinterestable and incredible. I walked away from the event really wishing I kept better tabs on this blog that I have orphaned slowly over the last few months. Why wish? How bout just write. So I decided to be better again and blog it out.

I have evolved from the prego blogger to the parental comedy/tragedy writer, to the craft maiden. So I suppose I should start writing more of my craft. I have become a quickly addicted silversmith and I am something of a fiend for gemstones. Combine that with my obsessive inability to pay full retail price for anything, and this is just madness I tell you. I got in with dealers. And I have been hitting the rocks harder than Bobby Brown ( thought I'd cut Whitney some slack, rest her soul). Damn I digress. What I am saying is that even though that stuff is mostly boring, I will still write about it because that's what I am doing when I fall off this blogspot earth.

Last night though, was a riot after the party at the after party. A collection of personalities I could not have hand picked better for the perfect science that was our awesomeness as a whole unit. We went drinking and dancing. And bonding, and laughing, and singing gangster songs like we didn't even care we are all not 21 anymore. And getting all VIP in the club. ::shakes head:: I can't even put it into words. It would just come out like I told my husband about it this morning "so I comissioned myself to paper mache' a rhino head last night......." and it sounded nuts even to me. I just stopped there but the rest would have sounded like " and then I had a reaaalllllly long enthusiastic celebretory conversation about narwhals being the unicorns of the sea......and then I laugh cried about paper mache' rhino C&B's ( genitals)..............and then we waited in a long line for point 7 seconds and saw a lot of skirts that were making us all feel like gynecologists........and then we hit up Voodoo donuts and Abby is a rock star....and then I insisted on food carts". I don't know if I can do it more justice than that. I think the fun is just something you have in that moment and later no one else gets it. It's like those jokes/stories we try to read to our spouses and they just don't care and we are in stitches even just re-reading it. That was a topic last night too.

Just so damn good. And I am so in love with Washington right now for giving me some incredible new friends. I am wicked glad I went to this function. And, I am getting back in the groove so that next year the cards I hand out will be from GlassCast and also from my witty weirdo blog.

I burned off quite a bit of the brie I devoured at the party by shaking my caboose with some amazing chics that I am determined to see more than once or twice a year.







Oh, and then this morning Aidan projectile vomited all over my bed and himself....and the hall....::sigh:: Back to reality eh?