Dear Diary:

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Dear Diary, I went to New Orleans. I had fun. I stayed in a hotel. It was Halloween. I dressed up. I got drunk. I got mugged. I got raped. I got sick. I threw up. I passed out. I woke up in the trunk of a car. I don’t know where I am. Help me dear diary, help me.

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Dear Diary, Really did have loads of fun and wore the most dashing ringmaster costume. A Victorian top hat made from seal skin. A flouncy white shirt with lots of frills and ruffles. A black vest with two dozen buttons. A regal vestment overlay in red and purple velvets and woven metal doohickeys. Black tuxedo trousers with red satin taping. Big black shit kicking boots. A red silk tailcoat. And a wig. Lots of makeup. No pictures.

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Dear Diary, Met Jason. He is fun. We drank cocktails at the Golden Lantern. We drank cocktails at Lafittes. We drank cocktails at Good Friends. We drank cocktails at Bourbon Pub. We drank many, many cocktails.

Really we did have a wonderful meeting and talked shop. It’s interesting to meet someone that to this point is a somewhat anonymous commenter on an online diary of sorts, but I've come to think of him as a friend. My blog friend, my blog friends, I think is what I kept referring to all of you all. We both have similar blog histories, that of meeting like minded people that share in similar cultural references. But we both agree that blog friends probably know us and visit us more often than our real friends do. How strange.

Meeting Jason was exactly what you would expect. Very friendly, sweet, charming and more attractive than he lets on, with a sparkle. Like his comments and his posts, all very endearing. My imaginary blog friend is now a real live boy.

It all started with Mitzi and Jason. I met Mitzi at Lady Bunny and started to drop by her space and leave comments and vice versa. I met Jason from another blog that we both happen to frequent. I visited Jason and that’s where it all began. I met all of you all through Jason. He’s like a Madame, a blog Madame, a hostess as it were. A great lady and great hostess. And I plan to be a faithful customer to his blog brothel forevermore. Thank you Jason for adding the wonderful culminating experience to my visit.

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Dear Diary, I came home to find my wonderful post card from Mistress MJ. On the front is a picture of her enormous brown beaver. What a beaver. Thank you Mistress MJ for being such a great blog friend.

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Meeting blog friends and corresponding with them is like the modern day equivalent of pen pals. I watched the television program Big Blue Marble as a child and wrote off for a pen pal. They lived in Singapore and I never understood a single word and finally gave up on it. But the blog friends have had a lasting endurance. We all take breaks from time to time but for the past three years you guys have made a lasting impact on my otherwise dreary life.

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So thank you to all my blog friends. I hope one day to meet each and everyone of you.

I like you.

Do you like me?

Circle, Yes or No

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