Last Friday I connected with a fellow OC Blogger for lunch. Her name is Sandi Benson. Several months ago she commented here on 24 and wrote, "I think we live very close to each other." I clicked over to her blog and realized pretty quickly we live only twenty minutes apart. Since that initial contact, we've become regular readers of each other's blogs.
Sandi and I met in person and hung out some in Chicago at BlogHer. Yes, we really did have to travel a few thousand miles to meet in person when our homes are only twenty minutes apart. We even disrupted one session in Chicago by getting up and walking out because we were bored out of our mind(s).
Last Friday we met at a restaurant near her home for lunch.
Here's a picture of Sandi with one of her daughters:
Sandi and I realize we share many of the same readers. Our blogs are very different, our lives are very different, we are very different … and yet, we have some things in common too.
We both are inclined towards brutal honesty.
We've both been called ballsy for the topics we take on in our writing.
We both like to laugh.
We laugh together a lot.
We disrupted the restaurant we had lunch at with our laughter.
The other customers in the restaurant went completely silent in their effort to eavesdrop on our conversation. I'm not joking … at one point we stopped talking.
I looked at Sandi.
"No one else in here is talking," I whispered to her.
We burst into a fit of giggles.
What were we talking about to so engage the people seated around us?
Well, let's see …
Was it our conversation about Virtual Sex? (You know – sexting, IM sex and/or email sex.)
Was it talk of her FOURTEEN kids? Yes, you heard me right – Sandi is the mom of fourteen kids and number fifteen is on the way.
Was it our lively discussion of OC plastic surgeons, boobs and bionic nipples?
Or perhaps it was when Sandi (very loudly) exclaimed, "I want to hear the story of your BIG WEENIE!"
Maybe it was when I made Sandi laugh by confessing my Secret Revenge on a writer who badmouthed me in Chicago to one of my good writer friends.
Or was it our discussion of OC women and how easy it is to make fun of them?
Could it be Sandi's queries on the soap opera of my life – PT? Along with her queries regarding The Torturer?
There was also that moment in the conversation where I stated matter-of-factly, "What woman doesn't love a rabbit?"
[I think the man at the table next to us nearly choked on his salad!]
Or maybe … just maybe it was when Sandi gave me a big hug and then yelped and asked, "Did I just hurt you? Tell me if I hurt you!" (She didn't.)
Why would any of the restaurant patrons find any of these topics worth eavesdropping on? For us … it was just normal conversation.
P.S. By the way, look what I'm having made:
Don't you think this t-shirt will make a cute giveaway? They should be arriving by mid-September. I'll keep you posted.
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