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“Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil, they throw flowers at you. In Argentina, they throw themselves." -- Marlene Dietrich

The cool kids are all right

During her first visit to LA several years ago, The Princess said she wanted to see one thing: a celebrity. A few days into the visit, we were hanging in 3rd Street Promenade, Santa Monica, when my Hermana told us Ted Danson was having dinner inside a restaurant. I told The Princess that we would walk by and get a better look if she “acted cool.”

“Don’t act starstruck,” I added. “That’s SO embarrassing.”

But as we walked past Ted Danson eating dinner with wife Mary Steenburgen and their kids, I was the one who got all excited. I squeezed The Princess’ hand tightly and not-so-softly whispered, “Oh my god, that’s Ted Danson!” If The Princess hadn’t been there to drag me out of the restaurant, I’m pretty sure I would have stopped to ask him all about Cheers and if he still talked to George Wendt.

That’s kind of what Friday night was like for me.

One month since writing about wussing out at last month’s blogger happy hour, I actually grew the cojones to attend this month’s “blogelebrity” event. Armed with social buffers The Princess, Shiftless Badger, and Baby Bien, I went to the Big Hunt and was, again, starstruck.

Ted Danson wasn’t there, but he might as well have been if you paid attention to the words that actually came out of my mouth that night.

“Oh my god, was that [My Life as an Alien...]?”

“Holy crap, that’s Circle V!”

Virgle Kent! You totally tell it like it is!”

The happy hour was, as SB would say, a veritable Who’s Who of DC area bloggers. Seeing everyone hanging out, recognizing some of them from photos and meeting many whose blogs I’ve bookmarked and read regularly, I couldn’t help but think about that stupid “Celebrities Are Just Like Us” feature in US Weekly.

Bloggers drink beer! They hang out with their friends! They wear pants! They’re just like us!

All in all, it was a really fun night. My Life as an Alien was really friendly and engaging; Brunch Bird was very cool and funny; and Circle V used her clairvoyant powers to convince me I should start paying attention to my horoscope. Though I left early to go to a friend’s bachelor party, I was happy to meet so many interesting people and talk about blogging, life and love, and the power of the Zodiac (I’m pretty sure V is a witch).

At the next happy hour, I’ll act much cooler. That’s what Ted Danson would do.

P.S. For a really amusing mobile-blog post about my kickball league’s party bus excursion to Annapolis Saturday, read Shiftless Badger’s account.
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