April 6, 2008

The Princeton Blogbash.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 11:20 pm

The day started fairly early, packing in some morning errands before taking the Big, Fat, Black, Capitalist Car (BFBCC) to Ken’s (my friend and bodyguard) house, where I would turn over the keys to him for the duration. There were various pre-planned phone calls, which would enable us to meet Teresa (coming in from Massachusetts) and the Wiseass Jooette upon their arrival at Penn Station in beautiful downtown Newark. They met up, as planned, in New York’s Penn Station and trained into Jersey.

After a quick tour of the Ironbound Section of Newark with a side trip (no extra charge) to Kearny (my stompin’ grounds as a yoot) for a look-see (a bargain at twice the price), we aimed the BFBCC toward Princeton, which permitted our guest travelers to behold New Jersey’s tank farms on the Turnpike (What’s not to like?).

We arrived at the hotel, met up with Gregor and, within ten minutes, we all assembled at the hotel bar, where, as I previously noted, they stocked Three Olives Chocolate Vodka. Ken’s son stopped by to welcome us to Princeton and to share a pint or two. He also shot pool with Erica, who travels with a special pool glove (talk about dooshbags). I suspect she lost, even with the glove, because, had she won, the entire place would have heard about it.

At the appointed time, we piled into the BFCC for the short trip to the Triumph Brewery for the shindig. I must have already been pretty limber, because I programmed Mr. Tom Tom to lead us back to the hotel, for which I graciously accepted the ration of shit heaped on me by the vehicle’s occupants.

Upon arriving at the Triumph, I finally got to meet Fausta, who really did the heavy lifting to make the party happen. She is a delight, and the snazzy red heels were straight out of the Wizard of Oz. Very cool.

The place was full of old friends, whom I had met before: Suzette, TigerHawk, Shamrocketship, Mr. Surly (my son-in-law), KateSpot, and, of course, the incomparable Denny, the Grouchy Old Cripple, who motored in from Atlanta. There was lots of catching up going on.

I also got to meet some excellent new peeps, such as Eric of Classical Values, Judith of Kesher Talk, Joated of Compass Points, and Mr. Bingley of the Coalition of the Swilling. Time didn’t permit me to spend much time with Mary of Exit Zero or the Baron of Gates of Vienna, but I know there’ll be a next time to get to know them better.

The beer was outstanding as was the food, but blogmeets are mostly about blabbing, and there was plenty of that, for sure.

After the party broke up, those of staying at the hotel along with Mr. Surly returned to … you guessed it … da hotel bar for more chocolate vodka and bullshitting until the bar closed.

It was a great party.


  1. “It was a great party”….

    Sure sounds rike it! I’m would go, blutt, T.S.A. say no!

    Ruv Yoo LOOONG Time,
    Great Reader, KIM Jong IL, in the
    “Land ‘o the Morning Missile Launch”
    Pyongyang, Norf Korea 90210

    Comment by JihadGene — April 6, 2008 @ 11:59 pm

  2. You are a dooshbag. Let’s just get that out into the open. Oy, and that Bodyguard of yours. A handful. Discuss.

    I am very civilized, even when tanked on chocolate vodka, and because I was playing against a very nice gentleman (a.k.a. not a DOOSHBAG, and also a Mets fan – this, I understand, is a rare ting in the Garden State), I figured it would have been unladylike of me to bounce shouting whether I had won or lost.

    If he wants to tell you the final outcome, he will. A lady never tells. Only unless the peeps against whom she plays is a dooshbag.

    Oh, and never, ever leave home without Da Glove. In fact, thanks for the link, BTW. Those sharp-shooter gloves are mad fly, and I might even consider replacing my old one.

    Comment by Erica — April 7, 2008 @ 4:58 am

  3. When Ms. Sherman is not blogging, she enjoys her position as an Adjunct Professor at the Lodi Charm School.

    Comment by Jim — April 7, 2008 @ 8:07 am

  4. Pssssh. Try Professor Emeritus. Wiseass.

    Comment by Erica — April 7, 2008 @ 8:28 am

  5. Sounds like a good time. Man, I gotta get my ass down there to meet you all.

    Comment by Braden — April 7, 2008 @ 9:08 am

  6. The grand tour was excellent. I love the Big Fat Black Capitalist Car. Not to mention, it was fabulous to see you and da bodyguard again. I especially liked the Sopranos mini-tour.

    I must say that the Tom-Tom misdirection is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Why listen to Gregor (who knew where we were going) when we could drive in circles… ROFLMAO.

    Comment by Teresa — April 7, 2008 @ 12:51 pm

  7. I’m sorry I had to bug out at 9:45 — Mrs. TH was in California so I was “in charge” and had to retrieve the daughter. I would have much preferred to get to the hotel bar for the duration. Great write up, and wonderful to see you guys.

    Comment by TigerHawk — April 7, 2008 @ 1:48 pm

  8. I wish we had more time together. Paul survived the Blogmeet as my driver.. whatta guy! We’re looking forward to the next meet.. as soon as possible..

    Comment by Kate — April 7, 2008 @ 6:36 pm

  9. That settles it. Next blogmeet is someplace with pool tables. Erica for President.

    Comment by Shamrock — April 7, 2008 @ 8:58 pm

  10. Wish I coulda been there. Sounds like fun!

    Comment by Jerry — April 8, 2008 @ 12:03 am

  11. Argh – thanks for the writeup and making me feel like crap for missing it. Let’s do the next one in Pittsburgh or somewhere a couple hundred miles west…

    Comment by Doug Ross — April 8, 2008 @ 8:19 pm

  12. It was a real pleasure meeting you Jim, and thank you for all your help!

    Comment by Fausta — April 9, 2008 @ 8:51 am

  13. Doug – You set it up and I’ll be there!

    Comment by Denny — April 9, 2008 @ 1:09 pm

  14. Useful post. good luck.

    Comment by Cialis Generico — August 4, 2008 @ 6:28 pm

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