Buggering Crap Monkies
Thursday, October 30, 2008 
I took a bold step today and met up for lunch with another blogger whom I had never before met. This is a hard thing for me to do, because, believe it or not, I am shy. People are terrifying, unpredictable freaks. Except for you, of course. You are totally approachable. And do you know who else I do not find terrifying anymore? May-B from Buggering Crap Monkies, that cute person pictured on the left.
I was terrified beforehand, of course, because she was an Unknown Person. I don't know what it is that I think UPs are going to do to me, because I always meet them in well-lit, public venues where there are lots of witnesses, but I worry and breathe funny and break out in pimples like a hormone-imbalanced teenager anyway, which I did, especially the breaking out part. My chin usually has some sort festering pore on it, because I am a bad person, but several previously mostly unnoticeable zits blossomed into these red and purple babboon-butt-looking things this morning. I spackled over them, hoped for the best, and speed-walked to our meeting spot so that I could meet her five minutes late. I blame online Scrabble.
Despite my insecurity and punctuality defecit, we had a lovely lunch at this diner downtown that's been there for fifty years. May-B ordered chicken fingers, fries, gravy, and a coke, and I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, gravy, and a coffee. She didn't eat my head or anything else along that line! In fact, she had such a calm and pleasant personality, that my hands stopped shaking as soon as we sat down in our naugahyde-covered booth. She was so nice that she didn't even get judgmental or try to wrestle the salt shaker from my hands when I began dumping gross amounts of my favourite salty poison into my already salty gravy. Oh, wait. Maybe that is her way of passive murder: failure to intervene in what can only end in death by heart attack. You can never be too sure about an UP. They're sneaky that way.
I am very much kidding. We really got along, and we are going to have lunch together again, which makes me a happer camper. Next to breakfast, lunch is my favourite meal, and May-B is a fine lunch date who is not only not terrifying but is also a damn good conversationalist who has the good manners not to stare at the miniature babboon butts sprouting out of your face.
Reader Comments (7)
Very proud of you! (also - very glad it went so well.)
I'm SO jealous!
How exciting! In a similar situation, I think I might have broken out in hives just before overwhelming them with enthusiasm! Glad it was fun for you both. :)
Aw shucks, ma'am. Now I'm all embarrassed and hiding my head. To tell you the truth I was petrified and also positive you weren't going to show up and I was going to have to pretend I never extended the invitation and got stood up. So, the relief went both ways. And, next time we'll send your pimples and my pimples to a table of their own.
You didn't need to take pictures, your adverts show before and after acne stories. I discovered a great new spackle this summer, you don't need concealer.
I love how the two of you had such similar blog stories about the lunch.
This was great, perfectly punctuated with the Carmindy looking woman in the acne ad that ran at the bottom!