Bonnie and I met through our mutual friend Colleen, who sent Bonnie to my blog, and then I read Bonnie's blog, and then Bonnie and I started having comment conversations, and then Bonnie and I started having obsessively long crazy amazing comment conversations, and then Bonnie and my mom started having comment conversations, and then we all basically had a blog affair, and then we talked on the phone, in the middle of the night, frenetically, frantically, freakishly, and then, yesterday, we progressed to the next step:
We met IRL.
(that's "in real life," for those of you not in the know) (I don't know why I always feel compelled to explain that IRL means "in real life") (I mean, I use the phrase a lot--online at least--and every time I use the phrase, I'm always like, "that's 'in real life,' for those of you not in the know") (when, really, you're probably all already in the know by now) (and if you're not in the know, you're still pretty smart and you could probably figure it out) (you know?) (so why do I always feel compelled to explain what it means?)
Anyway. Dude. We met IRL.
Bonnie was the first person I've ever met IRL who I met through my blog, so that's New Thing #58. We went to dinner at Dan Tana's next to the Troubador on Santa Monica Blvd., where I've never eaten before (hello, New Thing #59). It was me, Bonnie, my PAM (Punk-Ass Mom), and Bonnie's husband Keith. Which is a pretty fantastic foursome.
We ate steak, we ate chicken, we ate lobster, we ate veal, we flirted with the bartender, we told stories about ex-girlfriends, and stories about weddings, and we heard Keith's story about why he's "the luckiest man in the world," and we met a man named Joe who practically lives at Dan Tana's and who has sat at the bar every night for the last 37 years getting so drunk that his fallback salutation is "Happy New Years" to everyone who gives him even a cursory glance, and we told stories about gigantic labias, and people watched, and then we ate some more steak, chicken, lobster, and veal. It was awesome.
I think we freaked out a little bit. Just the fact that we were finally meeting IRL for the first time after this whole online blissfully freakazoid freakout. I mean, we forgot to do, like, half of the things we had planned on doing (i.e. blog from the bar via Bonnie's handheld, etc.), and at times it felt like an awkward first date--as we ran through our histories and tried to get out as many big life stories as possible--but it was so fucking cool to finally meet my NBFF IRL (someone should snap up that personalized license plate like fucking now) and I cannot wait to see her IRL again, when we won't be so eager and rushed to say anything and everything, when we'll have a little more breathing room, when we can get drunker on alcohol than we are on each other, when we can just spend hours talking about Anderson Cooper and how dreamy he is.
So, BonBon, let's do it again really soon, okay?