This has been the year for blog meet-ups. Last month Trop came to town this month we had the honor of meeting Sacramento blogger, Lori Hahn and her wonderful partner, Danger Girl. It’s so strange meeting people that your only association with is the written word. Your mind makes up a voice for them. Though Lori has posted photos of herself in the past, I recognized her right away, but she looked better in person. She was also much quieter than I anticipated.
I also got to see a range of emotions that one never gets to see in print, like her stern parent-like disappointment that the Wet Dog only had wine in a box. But that disappointment faded into a cosmic joy on her face when Auntie bought us a round of port at the Silver Salmon. I could see the analytical senses snapping to attention as she sniffed the glass. Her eventual tasting left us all in nervous anticipation as though we were waiting to see if Elexehente’ approved and if the village would get to celebrate. She approved and all was good.
Laurie, Auntie and I discussed blogging (Danger Girl doesn’t blog) and Lori made it known that she is nearly at the end of her blog life. It is difficult for her to go on. Auntie gave up her blog, but misses it as an outlet. I on the other hand seem to keep cranking them out. I don’t know how, but the stories keep coming, however both Lori and Auntie miss the old days when I was often pissed off and jumping into local politics and wrote critically about people and places here in Dried Salmon County.
My reply, “Ehhh”, I really don’t care for politics anymore. Live and let live. My mind can still register the bull shit, but I no longer care to spin the myopic Us versus Them opinions. I still hold onto my opinions, but I just don’t write about them anymore and doubt I will ever do it again. I’ve used up just about all of my outrage and most of it doesn’t mean anything to the majority of the readers who aren’t even from here. So if you are returning here every day wondering if I will say something nasty about something or someone locally; all I can say is that those days are over. For now all I have left are stories, observations, the occasional Sick Day and the annual Death Pool.
Oh, but before I sign off for today, I’ve got a bone to pick with the Wet Dog. I took my guests there because you have a reasonably menu with a good broad selection and a great view. Why do restaurants feel that people need to be entertained while we eat? If I want entertainment I’ll go to a dinner theater. You’ve got this guy on stage singing Beatle songs through the crappiest sound system I’ve heard in a long time. The place is teaming with tourists that have to talk even louder so they can hear one another over the music. Next, how can you have an eatery with a full bar and offer only wine in a box? You didn’t have many of the beers listed on your board. The only thing that could have made it worse is if you had someone in a wet plushie dog costume going from table to table and creeping people out. I won’t be back. Rat bastards!