To discuss a second night in H-Vegas with other bloggers

I returned to H-Vegas last night.
It was a bit symbolic, since my first trip to Harrisburg at the beginning of the month was my first weekend of blogging. I was such a newbie then, so optimistic about the world, so naive about the dangers lurking and intrepid about blogging all the time.
Now, three weeks later, I'm a crack-ridden one-armed prostitute slinging around a dumpster baby. Oh, my fault. That's week four.
This week, I'm still optimistic.
I found a group of Harrisburg-area bloggers who have a monthly meet-up, presumably to talk about blog traffic, HTML or some other type of crazy online business in which my only conversational options would be to discuss how mentioning Alicia Sacramone's crotch has boosted my visitor total.
Fortunately, the meet-up, held at The Abbey Bar if anyone cares, turned out to be other regular people who made me feel a little less weird for writing my thoughts on a Web site and hoping people would read it. So, if I met you last night- it was great to meet you. What was your name again?
I do recall meeting a funny woman, Sara, who has been successfully blogging for several years about Harrisburg nightlife.
I didn't want to embarrass her at the time by citing my extensive online experience, but for years as a child I blogged about the nightlife in my small hometown of Portersville,* except back then I called it "passing notes on the church bulletin to see where the church barbecue was being held." Those were some crazy, Bible-filled nights. Sometimes, we'd even read Songs of Solomon. They talk about sex in there! (Guess Jesus missed that one...)
Being that I hadn't talked to a live woman outside of work in a while and the dead one is deteriorating quickly in the trunk of my car, I took advantage of the opportunity to talk to Sara (who, like most of my target blogging audience, is attractive and taken, so check, and, check).** I'm pretty sure my tale of my dog humping pillows was a winner, so the kid's still got it. For those counting at home, that's Andy 1, Checks-online-dating-services-and-watches-The-Notebook-alone 0.
I do hope to make it back to these monthly meetings, since it's nice to actually talk to people face to face instead of just through Twitter. That is, of course, unless my new church has a barbecue.

* Don't try to Mapquest it. It's very, very small. When I moved out, that reduced the population by half.
** I'm hoping Sara reads this and laughs. Otherwise, her boyfriend is likely going to come after me. And, well, I weigh 170 pounds and wear cardigans.