Blogger Meeting #16
12 hours surrounded by heavily opinionated people and yet I don't remenber anything that was said. So I will make up things as I see fit. And yes we do meet more than we blog, so what?
The gathering started early in the afternoon in an unannounced get together at Beirut's newest tourist attraction, Batrak Sleiman's tent, home of the newest millionaire in Lebanon. Then we crossed the barbwire to the life loving north side of Solidere where we we served some tea and talked about chromatin and genetic development. We moved towards our announced meeting venue but we got lost on the way while we were dropping off and picking up fellow bloggers. Pre-meeting attendees included Laila, Amal, Surrealist, Jooj, myself, and Jij via phone. When we finally made it to Schtroumpf our assigned section was packed with dozens of people. Here is my attempt to list them all based on the picture evidence in my posession in order of Loudest to quietest: Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Ana Min Beirut, Maya @Nyc, Charles Malek, Eve, Lazarus, Delirious, Kodder, Jooj, Fouad, Maya, Doha, Eve and Doha's sister, Bob's patient girlfriend, a reuters reporter, Laila, Failasoof, Rampurple, Hassan, a Thinking Lebanese, Cedar Guardian, Charles Malek's friend, Lilianne and her secret blogger Boyfriend, Nobilis Tobilis, Jimmy, Rania, and I'm probably forgeting someone so I apoligize to that person.
Service wasn't the best, Bob blamed it on the orange paint scheme, but in their defense they have probably never been faced with a table of 12 with so many people on it before. After food, drinks, and plenty of political debates, we moved on to the main course,... more political debate at Music Hall. We lost part of the group at the velvet rope, but those who did make inside made sure to have enough fun for all. Picture documentation of the "fun" will be kept for future blackmailing. Well, on second thought the most condemning evidence features me so keeping it might not be a good idea. Those present either were having a blast, or were faking it and had me fooled, but I don't think they are such good actors. Personally, I had fun, I don't know or really care about the rest. The night was capped by a moonwalking hip shaking 90 year old Tony Hanna, what more can one ask for?