Blogger Meeting X - The minutes
Despite the title the meeting was for all ages. The group ranged in age from someone who wore a Maryool Madrasi in the 21st century to Bob who wears a prosthetic hip.
The meeting took place in a disputed border region between Grand Achrafiyeh and its bitch of a neighbor, Tabaris. New faces graced us with their presence and they are: Raed whose real name is Raed and posts under the alias of Raed on Raed’s blog at blog.Raed.com; Souraya whose real name is (I’m not sure if I am allowed to divulge this piece of information) and posts under the alias of Around The Clock 24 7 on In the Eye of the Beholder at shufimafi.blogspot.com; Sechen who gave an interesting and elaborate description of what her name meant; and Maysoon. The old faces, by old I mean young, were Eve(the fashionably late hostess), Linalone (who will soon be able to explain to us how the I’m Feeling Lucky button works), Delirious (the Prez), Ahmad (who prays for an economic recession), Maldoror (the only one to order food), Hassan (the young’un), Bob (sans the kidney stone), and Ramzi (Godot).
If you couldn’t find a copy of your favorite magazine “Magazine” this month, well it’s because someone collected all the copies on the market and burned them.
On to the minutes of the meeting:
ATC hates Lebanon and prefers Abu Dhabi which is the real world. Hassan hates Lebanon but his kids will go to school here. Bob loves Lebanon so he downed a bottle of it finest product and left without even telling The Story. Eve loves a moderated Lebanon where everyone waits their turn to speak. Maldoror had Crabs. Hassan had Sahaya. Linalone loves Sri Lanka and supports its economy to the tune of 9 tea cups a day. Delirious was delirious. Raed loves quotes. Maysoon felt that she hasn’t earned her blogging stripes yet. Italy unanimously wins the hearts of the bloggerettes for their beautiful faces and cute butts. Again politics were notably absent from the table thanks to Eve’s efforts as moderator. Also in the real world it is ok to dine and dash.
The best part of the night was a dozen people and not a single cigarette.