It's like a yearbook entry: "Stay Sweet!"

I promised I'd get the blogher handjob over with because as fun as it's been for people to know what they missed, after awhile it's got to feel like SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY.

But I'm not shutting up because how could I tell you what I thought of my companions? How could I tell you how healing it's been both on the internet and in my real life to find women I really love?

I've met people from the internet before and I don't know exactly why this felt so different. Maybe it's because in the last two years since I've had this website I've become more comfortable with myself? Instead of being filled with self loathing (though I still have all that) I've come to realize that motherhood can look different and still be fine. In my case motherhood looks incredibly whiney and needy and sometimes funny. Like I said earlier, I bare my soul to the internet and these people still like me. I have the same benefit from my real life friends reading this website. Maybe that makes me more comfortable just being? Probably I need more therapy.

The last time I met women from the internet we went to Las Vegas. It was supposed to be a trip to regroup after a particularly painful October. The fall of 2002 was quite possibly the worst time in my entire life and these women loved me and worried about me and wanted me to get away and catch my breath a bit. Logan and I spent money we didn't have, because we never have money, so that I could go to Vegas. When I arrived I almost immediately had an intense anxiety attack.

The anxiety centered around both the women I was meeting who I didn't know except from the message board forum and the fact that I just spent quite a bit of money we didn't have and I felt intense pressure to have a whole lot of fucking fun. This is something I've learned about the difference between blogging and the parenting forum: you can be as honest as you want on a blog without worrying about disrupting the community of diverse mothers. What you don't like you don't read but you're probably getting a pretty honest picture of who you're reading.

For example, I couldn't make fun of Olive Garden on my message board because to some of the women on the message board, Olive Garden was a big fancy night out! But see on my website, I laugh at Olive Garden. No character, huge portions of mediocre food with hoards of overweight Americans asking for just one more basket of bread!

I worried when I arrived in San Jose I'd be overwhelmed with that same pressure, to have fun! Because I owed the internet that much for all the whining I did to get here. I felt antsy as I waited for Alice at the baggage claim, but when she grabbed me by the hair and gave me a full on the mouth kiss, well then, I knew everything was going to be just as I dreamed. No really by the time we were sharing the worlds most expensive sandwich at the hotel (I'd like it noted I did not order a drink) I knew things were going to be fine.

You all know Alice is funny, since I deemed her the Funniest Woman In The World. What you may not know is that very few people (especially catholics) can attend my family's Christmas Eve celebration without gasping for air and/or leaving early to shower before midnight mass. I have no doubt Alice would fit right in with our totally inappropriate "Night Before The Birth Of Our Holy Savior" debauchery.

At on point I told Alice how I never floss, yes we were talking about dental hygiene but I don't know why, and how my hygienist always asks me if I floss and I lie and say, 'Oh yes.' My hygienist knows I'm lying but doesn't want to call me a liar so she says 'Here let me show you how to do it correctly."

Alice said, "What? She thinks you've been rubbing it on your head or something?" On Tuesday morning guess what my dental hygienist did? I thought of Alice and laughed, and then I told the hygienist the joke and we all laughed. Thank you Alice!

Mrs Kennedy was the first, but not the last, person I met while at Blogher who made me feel incredibly portly. She is very tall with lovely skin and a graceful and long neck and I decided it's all yoga all the time for me. On Saturday she was totally overwhelmed by the chatter and the meeting of new people and probably, though she's too polite to say it, all the stupid things Alice made me laugh about. When we came back to the room and saw her sprawled out on the bed with her arms over her chest like a corpse, I wanted to take all 9 feet of her on my lap and cuddle her. Which actually would have made things a lot worse. The thing I'm realizing about Mrs Kennedy is that she says things that are subtly funny. Like on her website, I'll read something, laugh and then go back a day or two later to find more funny things I missed the first time around. Also she has all the best toiletries, I know because I looked at all of them each time I went to the bathroom. I really should have taken a picture.

I don't remember how it is the three of us started emailing all the time. It started when Alice was called an "Unfunny Whore" by a group of hooligans. (Hooligans!) But then we just kept emailing and sometimes Mrs Kennedy would ask to be entertained and so while I played Whack A Mole with Max all winter I would try my very best to entertain her. I'm so happy I got to meet them and they are exactly as I imagined. For all the weeping I do, I don't know why it's so hard for me to say how Alice and Mrs Kennedy are now among my best friends. I feel silly saying that.....but it's true. Not only are they funny and smarter than me but they even pretend not to notice how portly I am. No, see? I can't be serious. They're supportive and kind and not judgmental and they love their kids and can sometimes be just as annoyed as I am by the job of raising them. They're not afraid to admit that and they aren't upset when I admit that too.

Okay this is getting so fucking long.

JenB: Jen does so have an accent. How the hell can you be from fucking Edmonton and not have an accent you silly little freak. My sister likes to call Canada, 'our gentle brother to the north' and JenB is my gentle sister to the north. She brought us all lipsmackers and candy and she even brought me a book to read (she has also mailed books to my house) because she's selfless and kind. But the thing I loved best about JenB at this conference is how she'd be intently looking at Flickr photos or giggling with me about something stupid during a Political Blogging Session or whatever and all the sudden her hand would go up and I would think, "What the hell are we even talking about?" Because most of the weekend I was like a hyperactive puppy waiting for someone to make me laugh again. But Jen would raise her hand, get the microphone and say something which sounded so smart I almost wished I'd been listening so I knew what she was talking about. I also love how she is really proud of the fact that she farted after hugging me. I was mortified about pooping in the hotel room with Alice and Mrs Kennedy on the other side of the wall, but JenB announces to the whole internet that my hugs made her fart and if that isn't the work of an Awkward Hug then I don't know what is.

Amanda was so good natured about my drunkeness in the face of her sobriety. God love her. She goes with the flow and if she had a superpower it would be her hair. On Friday her hair was pulled back and on Saturday I honest to God didn't recognize her for a moment with all that wavy goodness flowing down her back. Then in the MommyBlogging session she started to talk about how being a stay at home mother was all she wanted for the last year and a half she was forced to work to make her family's ends meet. She started to cry when she talked about the joy being 'Just A Mom' has given her since staying at home. And hey! I started to cry. I cried because I sometimes forget how blessed I am to have this choice. I also cried because Alice was pinching me under the table very hard at that moment.

Sweetney is like a version of my actual real sister...except blonde. Perhaps I could convince my sister to get married and have a child if only she could spend time with Tracey. I love how she just joined right in and after reading how nervous she was about attending this event I am even more impressed. When I am nervous and afraid I won't know anyone I walk around as if I don't see anyone and then everyone says, "Who's the Ice Princess?" and I cry in the bathroom. She's cynical and funny and also so cool she didn't even care how NOT cool I am! She has enough cool to go around. (Note To My Real Sister: They have concerts in their backyard! See? She's cool!) Don't even get me started on The Most Awkward Hug In The History Of Awkward Hugs.

Maggie I was afraid to meet but her hair grabbed me by the neck and forced me to make eye contact and pretty quickly I loved her. My friend Leslie has thick luscious hair I fantasize about gnawing on, but Maggie's was red and I kept thinking it would taste like smoked paprika! Or cinnamon! Frankly, I don't see how you can't love her. Explain how you could not like her? She is charming and warm from the minute you meet her. Mrs Kennedy called her well adjusted but I would say she is comfortable in her own skin and it shows. In fact I would like to borrow her life (and hair) for a few days just to see what it feels like.

Heather....I don't want to sound like a kiss ass but I'm puckering up. No, not really. Most of the internet loves Heather and the rest of the internet hates that we all love her so much. Like everyone said, if you could meet her you would love her. You would also be stunned by the sheer mass of her limbs. She must have the smallest torso I have ever seen, every where it's legs! Arms! Her sharp and beautiful cheekbones have caused me serious internal bleeding. You have to be careful around them. I remember the first time I heard back from Heather was one night when I'd been drinking too much. (Surprise.) I was reading about how great breastfeeding was going for Heather and Leta. I was so happy for her but I wrote her a note and said, "My husband is going to ban me from reading you because I cry seeing how you're falling into motherhood so easily." She wrote me back and said something like, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU STUPID IDIOT...this is not going well." And from there I kept trying to help and to hear that it did: it made me cry. Surprise.

The one thing all the women I met and was touched by (I'm including some women I haven't even had a chance to go into here) have in common is that they each have a quality I aspire to.

Alice is so fucking funny but also so smart and not afraid to stand up in a room full of women and say what she thinks. The one time I grabbed the microphone I felt like I was going to throw up, then I sang the opening bars of 'Moon River' and promptly began sobbing about something really stupid. (what the ever loving fuck?)

Mrs Kennedy, I think, lives in her head a lot of the time. She obviously thinks a great deal about the things happening around her and doesn't feel the need to talk all the time to feel okay with herself. (Like me, Ms Verbal-Diarrhea Mouth) She also said something in our emails after the fact about how she's reached a place where she is mostly okay with her body. What a wonderful place that would be. Yoga......

JenB is a nurturing soul who thinks so much about others. I consider myself empathetic (thus all the fucking crying) but Jen takes it one step further. To be so selfless even when she has her own very real struggles. (Also, Jesus she multi tasks like a pro! She appears to not be paying attention and then Blam! She has the microphone and is making sense.)

Amanda is so happy being home with her son and we all know I'm not particularly happy here a lot of the time. I wish I was at a place where I felt the blessing everyday instead of just when someone tells me how it is on the other side.

Tracey defines motherhood on her own terms. She just doesn't seem to care that the Gymboree Moms are different. She doesn't care that most people don't have concerts in their backyard. She lives her life and includes her kid in it.

If I could just have Maggie's hair and maybe her smokin ass, I would be set for life. But if we're talking personality traits, I'd really like her open heartedness and warmth. To walk into a party and look everyone in the eye and start earnest conversations as though we've known each other for years. This trait would come in handy since I'm married to Mr Fancy Underpants Loves To Party! which doesn't exactly mesh well with Ms Ice Princess Refuses To Look at People and Might Cry!

I would like Heather's southern drawl, her poise and her ability to drink straight bourbon. [Insert Gag Here]. Watching Heather this weekend I think she lives a lot in her head as well. I think she watches and listens a lot and that is what makes a good writer. Hearing what is happening around you and what is happening inside of you. I'm often too busy filling silence with my chatter and tears, I need to live in my head more.

I didn't get to cover everything I wanted to but Fuck! you guys I have more to say. I still want to tell you what Alice said. We'll just frame what Alice said outside of the Blogher Hand Job. What Alice said spoke to me so much about why I love this website and why I love myself more because of this website and why it's opened me up to people in the virtual (and now real) world and also in my regular life. I want to tell you all why, in my opinion, MommyBlogging is a radical act.

Comments

[kristine]

stay exactly the way are.

nuff said.

[Nicole]

Sigh. I really wish I could have gone to the cool senior high party...but I'm still a weenie little junior. One day, perhaps, I'll get to hook up with coolness such as yourself.
Point in my favour: I live in Edmonton! F'real! Do you like me yet? I'll give you candy!
Seriously, what's the deal with all the rancor towards MommyBlogging? Without a few incredible MommyBlogs--such as this one--in my life throughout the past couple of years, I might be in a very different (ie, hellishly nasty) place. Because of the insight given me by varied smarty moms who are dealing with similar issues (as well as completely different issues), I have had the opportunity to glean many points of view I may not have otherwise considered. I feel very protective of these women I've never met, because they've helped me and I respect them.
And I would give them candy too. And whisper sweet nothings to them in my Edmontonian accent.

[jess]

Although the hand job is starting to chafe, you write an excellent post that lubes it all back up! Really "writing about being a mother is a radical act" has stuck with me all week and will indeed take me through many hard times. And I enjoyed black bean burrito's last night.

Thanks!

[MollieBee]

Friends rule. Specially smart, funny, sexy ones. I'm really happy you got to go on this trip.

[silvermine]

I wish I had a mommy blog so I could find women I could hang out with. :(

Glad you guys had so much fun! Of course, I can help but stand over here and feel more lonely.

[Michelle]

In all the Flicker photos from all the blogs of the Blogher peeps, why is there no picture of Maggie's famously hot ass???

[jenB]

it was a clear lack of judgement (no photo of maggie's ass). maybe she will profer one up herself (who's gonna ask?).

melissa, thanks for this. i know it is more penis touching, but it feels so good. seriously, thanks.

[jenB]

and i wasn't so proud of the fart as i was trying to beat you or alice to the punch. little did i know you probably didn't remember! i was gassy! i couldn't help it. jeez, i hope this isn't the one thing people remember about me.

[a]

I swear to Lord Jesus, I feel like I was there with you. I read every single account of all of the ladies, and truly feel myself in that hotel room throwing back Tequila and a little TJ's bottled water for good measure. It is so interesting what time and technology has done for society. 5 years ago meeting people on the internet was considered creepy and now it is such the norm that you have found a warm and supportive group of women (that I so wish to be a part of but I don't have a kid and I don't have a blog). It is very easy to forget that these people are actual people, right? It is so easy to not put a face or a family or a life with people on a message board, and a blog goes just one step above that complete with pics, and detailed stories, etc. Still THEN you don't think people have a voice, you know. For instance, when I heard Heather on NPR once I freaked, thinking, "I didn't realize she actually talked. I thought she walked around with text coming out of her mouth". So you being able to see these friends and meet them in person sort of solidifies and validates the friendship, maybe? I am thinking that is why this has had such a profound affect. And I am so glad for you. Working on getting me a kid, and if I knew how the hell to set up a blog I so would b/c you ladies seem like fun :)

[a]

oh and p.s. It seems as though the seminars sort of got in the way of the real fun so maybe next year you should all just meet in one location and drink and hang out without all of those pesky panels..........

[Liz C.]

Man! I wish I coulda gone to the BlogHer thing!!! I do the blogging thing, too (mom-stuff, what else?) but since mine is on AOhelL, pretty much no one sees my brilliance (as if!) so therefore, I don't get to join the ranks of such coolness of you and the other people you mentioned, most of whom I read. You totally sound like someone I could hang out with all the time. I, too have trouble with the hugging, and the parenting, and, well, pretty much everything. We could SO be friends. I'm not trying to sound all internet-stalker-crazy or anything, I'm just another mom, swallowing some pride and reaching out a hand in friendship. What say? friends?
~liz

[Jennifer]

Ah, Melissa. I'm so happy for you. Honestly. From somewhere deep inside. All this time I was feeling a little jealous of all the amazing writers and even more amazing human beings gathering in one place to meet and bond. After reading this? I'm not jealous anymore. I'm just so excited. For you.

[ann]

can you tell more about the christmas eve debauchery? sounds exactly like something i need to implement here in nj!

[Suebob]

I'll admit to being completely emerald green with jealousy over missing BlogHer.

Way back in the beginning of feminism, Muriel Rukeyser said: "What would happen if one woman told the
truth about her life?
The world would split open."

The world hasn't exactly been torn asunder but I think that women telling the truth, the radical truth and nothing but the truth is a giant step forward.

I remember reading Anne Lamott's "Operating Instructions" book about her pregnancy and the first year of her son Sam's life and thinking "Whoa!"

Now Anne had better look out behind her, because there are legions of moms marching through the gates that she thrust open by writing about momhood as it is and not how TV commercials would have you believe it is.

Congrats to all you beautiful, honest women. I hope to meet you in person someday.

[sleepingmommy]

I've been devouring the posts about BlogHer simply because it's sounds like it was truly a wonderful experience.

I'm glad you guys are sharing it all, for those of us that couldn't make it.

I commented on finslippy that with the dissing of mommy blogs I think it would just be great to have a "mommy-blog" conference. It would be an incredibly diverse demographic from the righ to the left, from the homeschooling to the traditional schooling, and everything in between. But it'd be nice to have this kind of connection that we have in the blogosphere face to face.
Keep sharing. I for one am reading.

[buffi]

I'm with sleepingmommy. I have been reading all of your accounts, I guess to sort of "be there" if only vicariously. I don't feel that you owed us, Melissa. But I am so glad that you have shared so much of your experience. Thanks.

[kristine]

ugh. if I could PROOF-READ-BEFORE-I-HIT-POST I would be so much happier when I reread what I wrote.

I like your account of the conference. It was just the right amount of lube & stroking.

I drove past Great America PKWY on Saturday morning going the wrong way to get home. I was hung over and thought, "How much do you wanna bet they are too?" I got to spend a weekend with friends I haven't seen in a long time...I wouldn't have changed that for anything, but i'm glad you went for us.

[alice]

I just tore some commenter a new asshole on my site because she was bitching about how we never shut up about BlogHer. I was all, "Jesus, woman, we wrote maybe two posts each" and then I come here and look at you! You're still going on!

You're so cute. How could that commenter (from my site; hi! I'm self-centered!) call us the "Mean Girls" when all we seemed to do all weekend was cry and/or fart?

Well, that's all you did, anyway.

[jenB]

you guys are all so nice! lets go back and do it again with y'all. everyone's fabulous comments make it even better, if thats possible.

[Psycho Kitty]

It's just so weird to me that people complain about the stuff you write about BlogHer, like this is a paid publication or something. It's your *blog*! Where you get to write about your life and the stuff that makes it hellish or wonderful or whatever!

[Jack's Raging Mommy]

I am so jealous on so many levels. I need female friends who will hold me while I drunkenly weep.
I'm really glad you had such a great time, and your internet faeries made it possible for you to go, and then tell us all about your debauchery.

[mightyjacksons]

I have to second (third? fourth?) the "wow! I really need to start blogging about all that I suffer through" sentiment. After I finish this move from Seattle to Scottsdale, and get the husband settled in law school, the kids settled in elementary and high school, and get that photography business up and rolling, I'm all over it. Really. Especially since I'm leaving all of my real life partners in crime and have to find new ones. Sniff.

Seriously, though. Your blog, and those of your fellow BlogHers make my life much more fun and sane. Thank you.

[melissaS]

Alice, I NEVER FARTED. I only cried, all the time.

[jenB]

like farting is a bad thing??? I COULDN'T HELP IT! you were squeezing me too tight. i am going to buy a case load of Beano now.

[Julie Murphy]

Fun read! Thanks.

[Mrs. Kennedy]

"Tha hand job is starting to chafe" -- ha.

I DO live in my head and that's why I started quivering with exhaustion Saturday night, all the words I should have been saying all day backed up into my brain until I nearly blacked out. I was so happy when you got into bed next to me and petted my head.

Something did crack open last weekend, I think it'll take a while to sort out, for me at least.

[Kari]

I never tire of the recaps... keep 'em coming, keep the happiness flowin'! Espcially when they are so well-written.

It was a great experience, and although I don't want to rub it in the faces of those who weren't there, perhaps plenty of new people could join in next time?

[ManicMom]

I've poured over the posts you all have made from BlogHer, and like everyone else who couldn't go, I am wistful in thinking that 'next time' I'll get to go meet everyone.

I was disgusted and dismayed that there were snarky comments in regards to MommyBlogging by said jealous bloggers at the conference. Every large, mixed group has it's celebrities. Every large, mixed group has jealous dissenters. The point of the conference, from my perspective, was that so women could teach/learn from their experiences in the blogging world, NOT so they could attend panel discussions and put down an entire field of women who blog.

For that reason alone, I'm with SleepingMommy above - let's work on putting together a MommyBlogging conference. If we are going to be put down for blogging about what is true for us at a conference where we should feel at home, then let's do one better and organize our own. We are clearly the ones who are able to empathize and share a comaraderie that apparently - hehe - only we appreciate.

Think about all the potential sponsors - baby magazines for starters...

[DM]

Hey! No just mommybloghers! I'm not a mommy! Don't make me kidnap my nephew just so I can go and hang out with you guys.

I don't get why people are criticizing you for talking about BlogHer. It's your blog, you went to an amazing event, you met some great people. What's the big deal? Talk about it all you want. When my friend Beth and I went to Portugal to meet one of our internet friends, we must have wrote a total of twenty posts between us, if not more. And why shouldn't we? It was important to us and we wanted to share it.

And the whole mommy blog thing is getting old. You are women who write about your life and you just happen to be mothers. Who cares? Does that mean I can only appreciate your blog if I have a kid? Obviously not.

Anyway, to make a long comment short (too late), Melissa, you rock. Thank you for sharing your life with us and telling us about blogher. I'm glad you all had a great time.

[GG]

"I hope to meet you in person someday." Suebob's quote from above? I totally read this as "I hope to meet you in prison someday" Ha! Melissa, write all you want. It's entertaining and I'm glad you're happy. If people don't like it, there's plenty of internet porn to view. Oh, and other stuff, too.

[southernfriedgirl]

Very well written. :)

[KellyH]

Melissa, I am LOVING reading more about BlogHer. Write all you want.

Oh, and thanks for turning me on to JenB. How have I been missing you, Jen, for so long? *smacks self in head*

[kelly]

shit, now you made me cry and I wasn't even there. Like I said on Alice's site...I'm all green with envy over here.

and i hate my kinja, it never loads jenb anymore, and i'm a lazy ass and keep forgetting to go over to her place to see what's going on. i miss jenb. i'm going back RIGHT NOW! Jen, I fart all the time. It can't be helped.

[andrea]

I'm enjoying reading the posts about BlogHer. Call it living vicariously. But I'm hearing an awful lot about JenB's accent. As a fellow Canadian I can say with certainty that we do not say: ABOOT.

;)

How about someone organize a Canadian version of BlogHer? Or will only 10 people show up?

[sweetney]

since yesterday i've been trying to come up with something to say in response to this post that won't lead to later embarrassment when quoted on cnet, but i can't. AND NO, I'M NOT CRYING. I AM NOT THE ONE WHO CRIES.

sniff. smooches, lady.

[sweetney]

ps: yeah, what mrs. kennedy said.

pps: wait -- WE'RE the "mean girls"??? dudes, do NOT make me whip out my high school pictures (by which you would come to understand without a shadow of a doubt which side of that equation i'm on). i am seriously *a total dork*. and -- if they don't mind me saying so -- so are the other ladies in question (love ya', whores!). and also, on a personal note, I KNOW those women do not have a mean bone in their bodies. did we mock people who said stupid, demeaning shit about "mommy blogs"? sure. but beyond that, you're barking up the wrong tree, sucka.

[Mir]

I am so jealous and so happy for you all at the same time.

[Laurie from Maryland]

Hang onto the good vibes as long as you can, sister! And tell Logan that I hope his Hand Job comment was meant as an attempt at humor rather than a rain-on-my-wife's-parade kind of thing.

Logan, I think you are the handsomest husband in Bloggerville and you won my heart with those note pads that you made for Melissa a while ago. . . please don't make me throw you into the category of the "typical man" with your dismissive Hand Job remark.

The fact remains that it is a man's world, and, unlike men, women these days have a harder time connecting with like-minded souls who provide support and validation. If Melissa has found this kind of positive experience, let her talk about it daily! It makes her happy, and when Mama's not happy, no one is happy. See my point?

Anyway, Melissa, thanks for your blog. Thanks for the courage to put your feelings/experiences out there each day. I think that Mommy blogging is just as important as Betty Friedan's "Feminine Mystique" for God's sake, so please, keep blogging!

And thanks for introducing me to Sweetney. I live about 20 minutes from Lauraville, and I had no idea that so much fun was being had over yonder. If I get brave enough, I might just contact her to find out when the next concert is. My 6 year old daughter would love it!

[Mrs. Kennedy]

Melissa, your e-mail is bouncing back at me.

[Candace]

I think a BlogHerCon in Canada sounds fantastic. Who wants to come?

[PHil]

"Stay Sweet" :-) So funny and yet so maddening.

For an adolescent / early-high-school boy, there's nothing so painful as a "stay sweet" or a "class of '85 forever!" closing from a girl you really wanted to say, "Love always,"

[Molly]

I really enjoyed reading about that. And I felt jealous too!

[Lil' Sis]

God it's wierd- I'M jealous TOO! You're discovering the fact that everyone can connect with you just as I am going through my (approximately annual) analysis/downward spiral of "do i actually have any friends? or just acquaintances?" (and good lord, if any of my friends are reading, don't take that personally. I don't mean you, brice.) So yeah, I envy you. Bitch.
A few other notes- I am still wading through Sweetney's blog, but backyard concerts are fun as hell. We used to have them in our basement so the cops wouldn't come. As quickly. But I still think kids are parasites, even if you love your parasite.
Also, it's a proven fact that "Mean Girls" can happen at any time a female gets any sort of attention. I did it a little right after high school. I know girls (a certain all-female detroit cover band) who are doing it into their 30's. Y'all could really be assholes and not even realize it. Or, you could be women who admire eachother and have spent a long time looking forward to meeting and when you finally did, you may look cliquish but you're really just so excited to see eachother and have so little time to bond that you look like you're holding others out of the group but it was never intended. That was an extreme run-on sentence. It was also what I think was the case. I also refrained from making a "sucking it dry" reference. Take from that what you will.
Oh, and we didn't get back from the show on Friday until 4:30am, so it's a really good thing I didn't take your parasites, er... kids. That I love. Alot. Please don't hit me.

-Miao

[blu]

you women amaze me...it seems you have insecurities just like me yet you GUYS KICK ASS! i don't get it.