once upon a time, in a land far away, a lady named bossy lost her mind for a bit and decided to take a road trip all over the whole freaking country to meet a bunch of random-ish blog friends.
and i was one of them.
so here’s what happened.
first, i sent bossy an email and said that i would like to meet up with her if she ended up in michigan at any point. said email put me on this map, which makes no sense to anyone, bossy included.
then, about three months ago, i started getting emails from a lady with a familiar name asking if i wanted to come to the Bossy Get-Together.
a bunch of us michigan blogger-type-ladies emailed back and forth for a while, trying to plan a most excellent Bossy Get-Together when it occurred to me that the lady who seemed to running the whole shindig had not just a familiar name, but a name that is actually pretty unusual, as well. i shot her a quick email, and lo: she was one of my (favorite) professors when i was in school. i never even knew that she had a blog, because a) it’s anonymous, and b) she obviously didn’t realize that i’m super-awesome and that obviously she would want to be my bff and tell me everything about herself. anyway, i digress.
the point is: bossy came to michigan and stayed at my former professor’s home. and i got to go there. and it was fun.
you don’t believe me?
fine.
i shall provide you with some evidence.
first, you can look at this post.
(you can tell it’s me, because who else on earth had a face that shiny? answer: no one.)
but, before we move on, i would like to take this opportunity to clear something up. there was one person who commented on bossy’s detroit post who basically yelled at us detroit hosts for serving bossy whitecastle. so, for the record, i would like to point out that we only served bossy whitecastle after we rocked her world SO HARD THAT MORE FOOD NEEDED TO BE EATEN AT TWO IN THE DAMN MORNING.
in other words:
dear internet,
no, detroit didn’t invite bossy to visit and think that it was okay to serve her ONLY whitecastle burgers. and, p.s. to the haters: 1) we weren’t even in detroit, and 2) even if we were, detroit isn’t nearly as bad as some of your comments (from people who admitted to being there only once) claimed it would be. strangely enough, i’ve lived in this area for my Whole Damn Life, and i’m not dead yet. and i’ve never seen a car or house burning on the side of the road, let alone a burning car or house that no proper authorities were taking care of. and certainly not a site like that which people were driving/walking by without noticing.
detroit has enough problems, people.
it’s really not that bad a place, and we don’t need people WHO DON’T EVEN LIVE HERE/VISIT OFTEN perpetrating a myth of danger and doom and destruction.
xoxo,
supertiff.
ahem.
so, anyway.
here are the things that i want you to know about going out and meeting random people from the internet:
1) you will probably end up already knowing somebody. it’s a small world after all, people.
this is the person that i already knew.
2) the person that you already knew may come complete with a person or two who you feel might be your ’sisters from another mother,’ right from the moment that you meet them. you will suspect this is the case when they walk in the door and claim to be ready for a martini. you will further suspect this is the case when they bury their head in the bowl of popcorn. but you will not know how serious things are until said girl demands to be taken to whitecastle, and is then THRILLED to sing along with your simon and garfunkel’s greatest hits* cd. it’s almost as though it was meant to be.**
it is only then that you will realize that it was, in fact, love at first site.
3) as unlikely as it may seem, there are still genuinely good people who exist in the world. bossy is one of them. for realz, my friends.
i mean, the woman has her faults. don’t get me wrong.
this lady seriously tried to convince me that TOMATO JUICE and LOX on SALTINE CRACKERS is the best hangover cure of all time.
i love bossy, but i call shenanigans on that one. i mean, hello? i don’t know anyone who would agree to that hangover breakfast. in fact, any sort of seafood on a cracker is pretty much assured to make me vomit. read: if you want something salty, try CHICKEN MOTHERFREAKING NUGGETS.
so, yeah.
i think i’ve proven how crazy it is to meet random internet people…but, in a good way, no?
i just have to point out one more quote from the night i met bossy, if you don’t mind.
it went like so:
nancy (as bossy was trying to take a picture of all of us together): you have to shoot us from above! it will minimize our chins!
other lady: how did you learn that?
nancy: from having multiple chins!***
*this was the first CD i ever owned.
**if you haven’t taken a ride with people that you hardly knew, where you were all singing at the top of your lungs to every single song that came on…well, you haven’t lived.
***this has to be my favorite line of all time. it wasn’t planned out or anything, but it was still amazing. and, for teh record? i think we can all learn a lesson from this.
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