Thursday, October 04, 2007

Let em' in on your secret heart

Who's ready for some rambling? No? Well, go screw, 'cuz it's happening.

Tuesday was something of an event for me. It was an otherwise normal day, work, eat, etc. And then, that night, I went out for a couple of drinks. Which is, as some of you may know, not that unusual. What made it unusual was that I went out with two fellow bloggers. It was... actually, it was great. They were both fun, very cool people. I must admit, I was nervous as hell about it. I mean - it's the internet. Who knows what people are like in the really real world? What if they turned out to be giant douchebags? Or werewolves? What if they tried to kill me and turn my skin into sheets and feast on my steaming entrails?



Worst of all, what if they were just flat-out fucking dull?

Well, they weren't. They were charming and funny and cool as hell.

But it brings to me a strange point - I feel like I've lifted the veil that has shrouded my blogging (journey? career? endless diatribe?) thing for the first time. I mean, until recently, I never actually considered meeting anyone who I read, or who comes by the ole' Meat Factory. It's somewhat comforting that they were actually normal semi-normal people.

But see... here's the thing. Here's my strange little secret.

No one knows about this site. With the exception of Mrs. TK, who treats it like she treats my tattoos, my drinking, and my clumsiness - that is, just another side of the man she foolishly decided to marry. Not one friend, not one family member, knows anything about this. And for a while, that used to be cool. As I said to Matt once, I kind of liked having this secret world. It was fun, and it was special, and it was mine and mine alone. And I still like that about it. I know that I'm probably the exception and not the rule - I think a lot of peoples' friends and family know about their sites. Not me.

When I started this mess over a year ago, it was basically just so I could comment on other sites. Then I took about a six-month hiatus, then started up in earnest. Now... now people actually read it. I'm not always sure why, but you do (and don't think I don't appreciate it). But I still never told anyone. I guess after a while, it got weird to think about:

"Oh, hey guys. By the way, for the last 18 months I've had my own website that I write in sort of regularly and now know a bunch of people that you've never heard of."

I dunno. I just don't know. I don't know why I've suddenly started to think about this, but I have. And I'm not sure what to do.

Anyway. Enough about that.

Some of you may have read about my plight last night over at I'm Quietly Judging You. If you care to, check that out and come back (but don't read the comments, because they're a quagmire of lunacy and barely constrained sexual tension). Well, you should be happy to know that our Executive Director took pity on me. We were sitting in the terminally dull meeting, listening to the Police Commissioner ramble on about some shit. I was going out of my mind. Checking my watch compulsively, and fidgeting like a 5 year old who had to pee (one thing you may not know - I fidget incessantly. All the time. I might have OCD. But I can't go 30 minutes without getting all antsy in my pantsy). And then, we heard a roaring noise...

... it was fighter jets. They were flying over Fenway, which is only a couple of miles from my office. I glanced out the window glumly, turned back to the table, and my ED caught my eye and gave me the subtle high sign, and silently mouthed:

"Get out of here".

I double taked, stared at him, and he repeated his gesture, and I quietly gathered my paperwork, smiled at him, and fucking BOLTED out of the building, down the street, into my car, and made it to the bar where me friends were in time for the middle of the second inning. (It's worth noting that my ED is a Yankees fan, and still took pity on me. I think I'm going to send him a nice fruit basket.)

So alls well that ends well. I made my meeting appearance, and got to see a great game and had a great time.


"That's right buddy"

That's all for now. But I got subpoenaed yesterday for court tomorrow, so maybe you'll get to hear about that.

HOLY FUCKING HELL. UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE:

I just got offered tickets to tomorrow night's game. God, I take back some of the things I said about you.

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

ummm. one of your "friends" here in philly not only knows about it (your blog, that is), but now frequents the 'stache, i'm quietly judging you, and the gospel according to gates with alarming regularity...

sucka!!!

Jez said...

Hey TK - I was impressed by Beckett last night. I was actually pulling for the Angels, but since you provide a nice lunch diversion for me, occasionally (WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU CAN'T PUT SOMETHING IN EVERYDAY!!! Oops, sorreh...), I'm going to pull for the Red Sox. Until they play the Injuns. (Sorry, gotta stick with the AL Central)

New Texan said...

TK... I think it is wonderful that you have let down your guard and accepted fellow bloggers into your real life. Truly inspiring. So much so, I'd like to help you continue on this journey... as such, I am flying into Boston tomorrow so you can take me to the game. You can thank me for this kind gesture by buying all of the beer while we are at Fenway.

Lucky fucker.

Maxine Dangerous said...

I wanna meet TK too! :)

Can I just tell you about the RIDICULOUS amount of time I just spent over at dmbmeg's site? Reading comments? Because I clicked on the link without reading your warning first? And now it's almost time for me to leave work and go drink (YES!) and I'm totally in love with Meg (because unrequited heterosexual blogger love is the BEST love!) and ... um, I forgot what I was saying. Maybe because I'm drinking. Well, just water. Huh? Did I mention I didn't sleep much last night? Who are you? How did you find me?

Seriously, if I'm ever near Boston, we're totally hanging out and getting drunker than shit. :D

girl with curious hair said...

Wow, look at the baseball gods smiling on you! Does your ED like ethnic inspired home decor? Maybe a gift certificate?

And don't think you'll avoid meeting fellow bloggers forever. You'll be back in SoCal one day, and you'll wonder where that strong beer-like fragrance is coming from.

Alex the Odd said...

Luckily on this side of the pond I'll be able to avoid ever meeting you TK, thank God for small mercies, right? I've met internet people before now I always find the experience slightly surreal - sounds like you had a good non-"chopped up and left in a dumpster" experience with it though so hurrah!

My closest friends know I have a blog (or two) and a couple have the address - luckily they're largely uninterested. My general social circle aren't really aware and I'm not planning on advertising it.

TK said...

Anon - Hmmm... curious. Very curious. Any hints?

Jez - I'm not nearly clever enough to post every day.

NT - Sorry dude, only one ticket. I'll say hi to JDFD for you.

Max - Whoa. You need a xanax or somethin'?

Curious - I wouldn't give that thing to my worst enemy. Mmmm... beer like fragrance.

Alex - Small mercies? Was that a crack about your height?

QueBarbara said...

Hey, I want to meet you if you ever make it to Houston. I'm dull as hell, but I'll get ya so liquored up you won't notice. Then we'll hit a taco wagon and I'll send you on your merry way.

New Texan said...

That's cool... Go Sox!!!!

Anonymous said...

i have been mentioned in this blog on at least one occasion...

that's all you get, for now....

(giggles devilishly)

blythe said...

thanks for getting fiest stuck in my head. like i needed that.

Maxine Dangerous said...

*running around in circles*

Meds not working! Meds not working!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.............!

Heh.

;)

TK said...

QB - TACO WAGON! Just the phrase makes me happy.

Tex - I am a jittery ball of pre-game madness right now.

Anon - aw, that's not fair. I can barely remember what I wrote last week. But there are only a few possibilities. Hm... I wonder how you learned of it... I'm looking at you Mrs. TK...

Blythe - you're welcome. Maybe you can help me get "It's cool to love your family" out of my head.

Max - pay no attention to the men in the white coats. They are there to help you. And NO BITING!

dmbmeg said...

I'm all confused by anonymous.

QueBarbara said...

By the way, my husband just asked me to make sure that y'all knew that "taco wagon" wasn't code for . . . um, something else.

Not that any of you think along those lines.

Maxine Dangerous said...

Tastes like chicken!

"karabee" said...

We totally popped your cherry. Glad to hear it was good for you too. ;D

Hopefully we can get together again soon and Mrs. TK can make it out.

country roads said...

I like the anonymity factor of this, but I can't help but want to meet other bloggers too. Of course, I fear being dull...or someone else being dull. But, yeah, most likely it's gonna be me.

I made my friends watch Friday night's game. I think they would've rather gouged their eyes out. I told them that if they weren't so boring and would play more drinking games, we wouldn't have to watch it.

Anonymous said...

shit. the jig is up. gotta go now...

go sox!

(stupid phillies)

A Bowl Of Stupid said...

It was great to finally meet up with you too.

Hope you enjoyed the game, and hopefully we'll be able to do it again soon ... now where are those dress patterns I had (put the fucking lotion in the basket!!).

Manic Mom said...

I've done the Blogger Blind Date thing too... it's so fun to meet up with other bloggers, but like you said, kind of nerve-racking as well. Is it wracking or racking? That's another one I always screw up.

The good thing about the Blogger Blind Date is that you ALWAYS have something to talk about.

I have some friends that know about my blog, and some that don't, but since it's no longer anon, anyone who felt like googling me can find out I have a blog. I'm just not telling the moms at the bus stop, "Oh, by the way, I'm Manic Mommy." But I have stopped blogging about their stupid habits and how I can't stand their pets...

Or have I?

Anyway, like your blog. Cool.

Manic Mom said...

Oops, not "friends THAT know about"... but "friends WHO know about"...

I'm paranoid because you appeer to be smart in the grammer departmant.