My recent silence? The SWACtion paid me off!
As some of you may have noticed, I have been a bit quiet as of late. I am quite sure that some of you are beyond thrilled with that, and way fewer of you are not. You can let me know in the comments if you like.
So why was I so quiet over the weekend (and more)? The SWACtion paid me to shut up!!! Nah, they didn't really, but they did do something totally cool, and I want to publicly thank them for it. And what better place than here, right?
Last week, I reported on some true Republican hilarity that occurred in the blogosphere directly after Bill Bolling's bloggers conference. If you missed it, the short version is that SWAC girl, Spank that Donkey!, and another blogger paid a visit to Richmond and my favorite watering/blogging hole. They succeeded in taking hysterical pictures of themselves in the exact same poses as Thaddaeus Toad and I (you can see the originals over on the right), and they claimed that they left us a gift. While I wasn't sure what to expect, I was totally psyched, because like most people, I love gifts.
After being booted out of the Richmond City Democratic Committee meeting on Thursday night because of our lack of membership (TOTALLY our fault, and in retrospect, I completely understand), Thadd and I headed over to the Capital Ale House with some other Democratic buddies to await the news from those who stayed for the remarks and the vote.
I was more than excited to check out my gift, if not a wee bit wary of what I might find. As soon as we arrived, the manager came over to greet us. I asked her some questions, and we all laughed as she described the incident from earlier that week. She told us that some very nice people came in, asked her if she knew us after showing her a picture from here, and of course, she did. They then made some kind of a deal with her, and left me an envelope for the next time I came in. She presented it to me and went back to work.
I was definitely no longer wary - I figured there was no way they would anthrax me publicly, and dog poop doesn't fit in an envelope. So I opened it...
Inside, was a $20 bill, with a note on the envelope to have a drink on them. They all signed the envelope, complete with a little paw print and a "woof woof".
Basically, I was overjoyed. I don't care what side of the aisle you sit on, but if you manage to a. make me laugh hysterically, and b. buy me expensive beer, you are definitely on my list of pretty cool people. So the truce is official. We may still argue here in the blogosphere, but to all members of the SWACtion - you guys are alright in my book. I hope you let me know the next time you will be in Richmond. We may have a political catfight, but at least I know we can do it over a good brewski.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Hell surely must have frozen over....
From Phriendly Jaime's site posted Tuesday: