My dinner with Regan September 22, 2005 ~ 9:43 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackSo, back home, seated on my couch with a beer at my side and The Apprentice on TV, it’s about time I tell you about my blogger meet with Regan, isn’t it?
We met up in the late afternoon, after Regan worked out and gave Sadie a bath, and Leenie and I went to one of Atlanta’s metaphysical bookstores, Phoenix & Dragon (off the topic of Regan, I am envious of Atlanta for having this store - it was fucking awesome, with the biggest selection of rocks and crystals I have ever seen. I bought two that day, blue goldstone - an energy booster - and blue apatite - to help reach conclusions, not a decision-making rock like Regan said!).
Ahem, anyway, we got to Regan’s house, and I totally walked in and said “Hi, Sadie, hi, Kev!” like I’d known them my whole life instead of just through the blog. I think Regan felt that way, too, because we forgot to introduce Colleen and Kev for about five minutes, just assuming they knew each other. Ooops. I came with knitting in hand of course (yep, I was the only idiot knitting a scarf from merino wool in Atlanta last weekend!), and Regan immediately gave me more yarn to add to my stash - two skeins of gorgeous, a blue-green-turquoise mohair. You know you have a friend when they not only understand your knitting fixation but encourage it. I gave her a present from Lush, and then we set off for the farmer’s market.
I don’t know what you have in mind when Regan talks about the farmer’s market, but it’s probably not big enough by half. It’s a massive indoor affair with rows upon rows of organic foods, veggies, wines, baked goods, meats, and cheeses. Kev and Regan had warned me about the live fish, crawdads, and crabs in the seafood section before we set off, but I was unprepared for the crab shoppers. There’s a large box of blue crabs in the middle of the seafood section with tongs around the side so you can pick out which crabs you want (I know that didn’t sound right, SUCK IT). There were several women around the box who were obviously having a party because they had a huge bushel basket full of crabs and were picking out more. Apparently the crabs didn’t want to let go of each other so the women started hitting them with the tongs. Watching the poor little crabs lying there defenseless and hearing the tongs hitting their shells just horrified me and my face must have shown it, because Regan started laughing at me. At this point a big black lady also saw the look on my face and tried to reassure me “Aw, it don’t hurt ‘em, sweetie! Dem’s good eatin’! You cook ‘em up, hit ‘em with a hammer, pull out dey guts…it’s a mess, but it’s good eatin’!” I said I guessed it was good eatin’ and escaped as quickly as I could before I burst out laughing. Blue crabs - dey’s good eatin’!
When we got back to the apartment, Regan tried to teach me how to make fajitas for Rick. That part was probably less than successful, since I was getting drunk on the margarita Kev made me. But I did take this picture of the Evil Science Chick looking particularly evil while making guacamole:
Sadie isn’t allowed in the room while Regan is cooking, but that didn’t keep her from trying. She is a master of the commando crawl, as seen here:
Eventually there was nothing left of the fajitas or the guac, and we sat around BSing while comparing knitting patterns and watching Spike. At this point I would like to thank Spike and Kevin for furthering my education in the matter of cauliflower ears, which I had never seen before. Sadie likes cauliflower ears and Ultimate Fighting, which is what’s on the TV in the background:
Somehow it was 11:30 before we knew it, and we said our goodbyes and took the mandatory proof we met photos. Of course my eyes are closed:
Oh, and had to get one of Regan and Kev together:
The long and short of it is that Regan is awesome. We were taking a bit of a risk by agreeing to hang out for hours on end at our first meeting, but it was great. I felt like I’ve known her forever, even though I’d only talked to her on the phone once before we met. She’s cool, she’s funny, she’s crafty as hell (I saw the farmer’s tote bag in person and have seen its awesome toting powers!), and she doesn’t talk about anal sex as often as you might think. She needs to move up here so we can hang out and drunk knit and talk about rough sex again. Um, yeah.
Oh, and watch out…Kev’s been reading up on blogs. He told me so when I got there.
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