St Patricks Blogger Party

I did finally get to met BloodSpite and Ryan missed us. Next time, we have to exchange cell phone numbers so we can locate each other. BloodSpite is apparently a very good talker especially after drinking a bit. Which was fine, because I'm more of a listener than a talker and BloodSpite regaled me stories of his childhood. It's always nice to talk with some one who hasn't heard your stories before. After seeing BloodSpite I've decided that I have no desire to see him in leather, but the pink tutu is another matter.