Kat at CatHouse Chat has done the most exquisite job of documenting the affair. So far, everything she’s presented is organized chronologically, makes perfect sense and serves as a wonderful memento from a time to be remembered. We would expect nothing less from her.

For the sake of “equal time” I’m going to present my “memento” to you in an unorganized hodgepodge of photos and words. You’d expect nothing less from me!

Humor disclaimer: Since our Commonwealth has yet to hold a referendum on what constitutes humor, someone may be offended by the following comments. Don’t run whining to the local newspaper. Simply e-mail me so that I may forward your e-mail to the biggest gossip monger in your party as an example of how weak your party is.

Judging from the photo above,  Norm loves the BEER GUY! But look what happens when he learns that the Beer Guy is also the THE BLUE DOG! Where’s the thumbs-up, now? Greg’s getting the doggy scoop for his site. Speaking of Greg, I don’t recall ordering cheesecake….Black Velvet Cheesecake. When’s breakfast?

AND, Speaking of love and beer, Josh and Jay BOTH told me the old adage is true:   Bedfellows do indeed make strange politics. Ask Queen Megan! I wonder how she got her crown to light up? The illuminated crown was the prize for being the best dressed AND getting her husband to wear a matching tie!  Mr. Blackwell has nothing on these bloggers.

Now while I’m on the subject of love, beer and pantyhose, did you know that……  

Jim needed some pantyhose for a pre-dinner “poof deflector.” Tucker said, “Just a second, kid, I’m working on it!” For those of you scratching your heads, a poof deflector is a nifty Podcasting creation by Jim. Come to next year’s blog conference and see it for yourself!

Mary Rives was all smiles until her dirty little secret slipped out. . . She wanted Badrose to make the name tags so she FAKED a broken arm. I promise to make the names bigger next year.

 Jim Patrick seems mighty happy…especially for a man sitting at a table with no legs. No legs? Yes, according to Eileen, this was the table that wouldn’t stand!

“So forgive me when myself and a few others at my table Friday night failed to give standing ovation to LG Bolling concluding his remarks. I thought I was being civil and respectful enough by just clapping.”~ Eileen Levandoski

Well, thanks for trying, Eileen.

    Now that the affair is over, I’m feeling a little sad, very fatigued, relieved that we “pulled it off” without getting caught and just can’t wait to do it again!

    I made more memories than I knew I could in such a short time - some captured on film that I hope to post soon. Especially the one that proves I was kissed by the Truman Capote of Blogdom.

    I gathered some quotes that may very well end up on tee-shirts, met people that I have no doubt someday (soon) I’ll be proud to say, “I knew them when.” Hell, I’m proud to know them now! The creative talent, intelligence, wit and vision, combined with the wisdom of experience and the enthusiasm of the inexperienced, created an indescribable synergy. I hope to describe the indescribable after the thoughts have a little time to settle and I’ve had a little more sleep. In the meantime, I now have at least 30 new people to call when I run out of gas - even if it means I have to carry a blue gas can…..

    Regrets, I have a few….the biggest of which is not gathering all the bloggers together to sing Martinsville’s “We Love This Place” jingle and posting it on Youtube. There’s always next year, though. Speaking of which, please let me know how we can make next year’s better.

    More to come….