Bloggers, Bloggers Everywhere

When I was on vacation in the Midwest -- at the time this happened I was actually drinking Bud Light at an Outback Steakhouse bar and trying not to inhale Middle Sister's cigarette smoke -- the unthinkable happened: I met another blogger. You think you're escaping the vain and self-obsessed masses when you leave New York, but no. The overeducated and opinionated are everywhere.

My new friend's name is Darin, and he so eloquently pens (types?) the blogs Branson Missouri and Branson Edge. Over some serious ass-kicking sessions with the MegaTouch word-search game, we discovered just how much we have in common (blogging). And don't have in common (taste and self-censorship). If you go to the aforementioned sites, you'll see that Darin is a serious journalist, whereas I am -- to date -- not.

So. Dear Darin, thank you for the sip of your bourbon (that was not a euphemism, you dirty-minded hooligan readers) and the quarters we spent displaying our superior vocabularies, and I'm sorry I babbled about my latest male conquest for the better part of our conversation. I swear I'm over him now. XOXO, Jane