So for the past week I’ve been threatening to seriously defame any Houston blogger who didn’t come to Mama Drama Con Queso II. Nevertheless, my beloved/evil pseudo-editor Dwight Silverman told me he simply could not make it. Mere moments later, the rumor I started about him being drunk and naked at our last MDCQ event was picked up and widely distributed by one of my favorite publications, The Houstonist, which is read by more people than the Bible.*
Hi. I’m officially dangerous.
Anyway, MDCQ II was amazing, as expected. We had 50+ bloggers in one room and I swear that almost every conversation somehow came back to motel porn. It was one of those parties where you’re horrified to hear yourself confessing to strangers about that bustier you once stole from that dead whore, but instead of backing away slowly they’re all “Well, who hasn’t stolen lingerie from dead prostitutes?”
Things I learned at MDCQ II:
1. If a serial killer cuts off your hands and head they can still identify you by the serial numbers on your boob implants.
2. If you’re in a big group of people who tell you that they “really, really like you” and you drunkenly/giddily respond that you feel just like Sally Struthers, no one is going to let that sh*t slide even though you know they totally knew what you meant.
3. Number of margaritas it takes before I think it’s a good idea to stand on a table = < 1.
4. Bloggers and commenters are amazing people. Not just for their ability to share stories and listen, but also for their capacity to support one another in so many ways. If not for the feedback from you guys I never would have gotten the nerve to walk out of my car and into that party.
You can find fabulous pictures of blogger debauchery here, here, here, here and here. (Including the one I stole and defaced above.) The next MDCQ party will be in about 3 months. Start making travel arrangements now, out-of-towners.
*No, seriously. More than the Bible. I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere.