Undoubtedly, the rest of those who met up in Santa Monica today are eagerly crowding each other's blogs, trying to read what we all wrote about each other. Of course, that was the first thing I did when I got home from my dinner engagement tonight. Sadly, no one actually had any comments about people, all that I've seen so far are some recaps and some pictures. So let me be the first to actually comment, and that's mostly because I don't own a digital camera so I couldn't take pictures. I had a good time. Really. I didn't feel like that much of a misfit either. I got a chance to meet some people who I hadn't met yet in realtime, I got a chance to see some people again that I'd already met realtime, and I got a chance to prove myself to be a total lunatic and sarcastic bastard yet again. We congregated and it took a little while to get us all together (partially due to our own stupidity -- okay, MY own stupidity -- and partially due to the fact that our meeting place was obscured by a large building), then we strolled down the 3rd Street Promenade, then we took over a decent chunk of California Pizza Kitchen. We ate, we drank, I enabled underage drinking, many pictures were taken. Then we wandered back down to Ocean Avenue and sat for a bit while we tried to navigate a lost soul in to join us. At some point, given our utter frustration and warped sense of humor, I took the cell phone and told her to "just go towards the light" -- meaning head west towards the sun, but I believe that "go towards the light" became the battle cry of the afternoon. We wound up at Houston's for a couple drinks and then the party petered out -- it must've since I left at that point. So. That is that, I survived and I plan on doing it again at some point. In the words of Blur, "Woo hoo."