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This past weekend, the entire Buckethead clan attended a blogmeet-type get together over at the elegant abode of Miss Princess Cat. My wife, bless her heart, was concerned momentarily about how she should dress, until she remembered that she was going to meet bloggers. That confusion out of the way, we packed the youngsters up and headed into the wilds of Falls Church.

While not the best attended blogmeet ever, there were a sufficiency of guests. Lysander the very nearly ex-blogger was there along with his newly Virginianated girlfriend; Cat, of course; Dawn; and new (to me) were Professor Chaos, Sabre along with her friend; Matt and his dog; and Fruit Girl the gynecologist. Cat set a good table, the appetiser spread was excellent; though the Professor was leery of the bacon-wrapped artichoke hearts. For me, it is a simple equation wrapped in bacon = food. But then, I am a simple man. The fried wings tasted much better than the baked, no surpise there. The taco pizza thingies were delightful once I picked the vegetables off. And the item that Fruit Girl denominated "grease wheels" were very tasty indeed.

I greatly enjoyed talking politics and terrorism with the Professor, if for no other reason than it greatly confused Cat's gynecologist friend. As the Professor consumed more and more, he began suggesting - and later insisting - that Fruit Girl start a blog and call it twattalk. I suggested that perhaps that domain might already be in use, and lo, it is. It seems that Fruit girl will have to go further afield for her blog name. Perhaps fruitytwattalk is available. The final stage of drunkenness for the Professor is, apparently, obsessively quoting from the movie Office Space. It truly was a remarkable performance. He quotes Office Space the way I quote the Blues Brothers. He even admitted that he once tricked a girlfriend into believing that he had never seen the movie, just to mess with her head when they watched it. I used to do that with slasher pics, and thinking of it now, I can't decide which is more low class. In the end, though, we were enablers for the good Professor's issues as we fired up the DVD. I never thought I'd experience a Mike Judge movie with a greek chorus, but wonders really do never cease.

Myself, I drank a bit less, as I had nearly exceeded my July quota of alcohol the night before hanging out with Hill rats over in Arlington. That may have been a fortuitous party, as I may actually get some interesting work out of it.

Two fun nights out in a row - which is damn rare in the world of Buckethead these days - thanks to Cat for the yummy treats, and to whomever brought the Blue Moon beer.

[wik] The Professor wasn't all that drunk. Really. He only imitated the "O" face once.