Hateful Bitch, The Pirate, and me.

This weekend, I met another blogger in real life.  For a lot of you, that’s like what? A weekly occurrence? For me? Me… the homebody, the one who is just learning to say “Yes” to stepping outside my house/comfort zone? This is a first.

Five years ago I was just getting started in blogging.  I was just branching out and getting a few readers who didn’t share DNA with me, and I was reading other blogs. Hateful Bitch and I were working together and I shared my blog with her, and introduced her to a few of my favorite bloggers.

One of those bloggers was The Pirate.

Her stories of competing with The Gays over Halloween decorations? Had me peeing my pants with laughter. (You’ll have to go dig through her archives to find that shit, because she doesn’t have a search box on her blog.  And? I’m lazy. Sorry. But it is so worth the read! Trust me.)  She cracked me right the hell up.

Over the years, I stopped reading her blog but apparently Hateful Bitch and The Pirate struck up a friendship.

And this weekend, The Pirate was in The Lou for a conference.  (Some sort of vascular something or other conference.  I don’t know. I just remembered we decided that stabbing douchenozzles was ok, because it would be considered research for her conference.  We’re good with logic.  And justifications. Clearly.)

I met up with Hateful Bitch, and at the time was unaware of who The Pirate was, aside from Hateful Bitch’s friend.  When she finally told me who she is I was blown away.

The Pirate?  Is awesome.  She’s just as funny in real life as she writes.

And that making me laugh till I peed my pants thing?  I returned the favor.

Because I’m a giver.  I care.  Truly I do.