Paging Fairfield County Bloggers!

The other day, I had my first "huh, never thought of that before" moment about having my blog. I was having breakfast with a friend and she was telling me a story when all of the sudden, she stopped suddenly and said, "Oh! PLEASE don't write about this in your blog!" I assured her that I would never betray her confidence, and even if I did, my blog has (how do I put this kindly without insulting myself?) specialized appeal.

So why bother blogging? Well, for someone who has to operate in the language of soul-sucking, mind-deadening business cliches the better part of each day, it's a nice change of pace and creative outlet. It's also a good way to keep family, potential identity thieves, and the random strangers that try to friend me on Facebook up to date about on what's going on in my head and my life.


And as a very cool and unexpected side benefit, I've had a few strangers read my stuff and leave comments and reactions, which has led me to uncover a rich vein of other interesting writers in the area. As their postings and occasional emails have lead me to believe, they're not only happening from a digital perspective but appear to have a high probability being fairly cool people in the real world.

So I thought, wouldn't it be super-duper swell to see how the other half lives, to meet some of these people and talk shop? After all, The Best Way To Have A Good Idea Is To Have Lots. And what better way to generate ideas than to gather in person in a location where they have half price cocktails?

So here's my idea: bloggers from the FC: Let's meet up sometime.

Now, just to be clear, I'm not inviting you over to my house - that's a little bit "To Catch A Predator" for my tastes. I was thinking somewhere glamorous, like the snack bar at the Norwalk Costco, or possibly the High Ridge Road Cosi if we were really feeling crazy.

The marketing person in me understands that to generate excitement for the event, we need a catchy name. Since I have limited capacity for further creative endeavors in my last remaining brain cell, I am appealing to Taken With A Grain Of Salt to apply her alliterative skills and come up with something. To be really intimidating, she might consider incorporating "2008" and/or the word "summit." I have found that in the corporate world, that's the best way to get people to attend your meetings, presuming you fail to get budget approval to serve food.

Next, the location. I had been thinking we could rent out Herbietown, but then I remembered that it's a figment of that guy's imagination. Therefore, my Plan B is to have the tuned-in Stamford Talk recommend a place in the area that might pass for what the kids call a "hotspot," preferably one where we have a high probabibility of seeing and being seen, and maybe even having someone email the Stamford Advocate to get us written up in the world's most boring gossip column.

If you don't want to bring your family, I'm sure that Fairfield County Child can give us some tips on where to find and exploit cheap child care labor.

For entertainment, we'll munch on Baby Food while Jeff Herz enlightens us on His View Of The World. and Indigo Sarah delivers random meta-stories about the Pope and The Canadian.

I'll partner with Amy Bow to lead a discussion on topics specific to working and/or extremely pregnant moms, ranging from MILFishness to maternity underwear.

And when the whole shindig is done, Mr. Stamford can post about how much the event sucked. That way, Kevin, who will no doubt blow off the event because he is Always Home And Uncool, can sleep easy knowing he didn't miss anything special.

There are plenty of other interesting people in the area, and if I left you off, don't take it personally. I just ran out of clever shoutout gimmicks. If I left you/your blog out, leave a comment with some big ups for yourself, so we can check you out.

And as for the event itself, it would be delightful for any and all that want to attend: fellow bloggers, occasional readers, player haters, prior stalkers. We will do our best to be inclusive and bore anyone who shows up.

So... I'll throw out a date. Friday the 13th. (In June). Happy Hour. Location TBD. Any takers?