pizza

Had a good time at the pizzafest last night. I didn’t actually have any pizza (a girl’s gotta watch her figure), but I enjoy a couple-2-3 martinis and good conversation.

One thing that cracks me up at these blogger get-togethers is when the folks from the Scene show up. They are total rockstars in that crowd. You can always see the “omg bruce barry/liz garrigan/etc should I introduce myself?!” angst in the sideways glances over the top of every glass in the room. They hunt in a pack, too – always arriving and leaving together. Presumably to go to a cooler, exclusive afterparty (okay maybe not).

At some point, Amanda told smantix that he was crazy. Sometimes you gotta call a spade a spade, I guess.

Good times.