Yesterday, a diverse group of Canberran bloggers met up in an inner-city cafe to toast both new and established friendships over multiple rounds of coffee, tea, cake, and cookies, courtesy of the generous folk at Nuffnang. The majority of us had never met in person before, but if there’s one thing I’ve learnt in recent years, it’s this: bloggers are [almost always] unequivocally friendly and fun people, and blogger get-togethers are [almost always] guaranteed to begin and end with laughter and the desire to repeat the occasion ad infinitum.
This particular get-together was organised and hosted by the following two Canberran bloggers:
Host No. 1 was the courageous and kind Fiona (who is going to kick booty at all of her upcoming job interviews [fact]), and Host No. 2 was…
Hey look, it’s me! (Tangent time! I now know how to become invisible: straighten my hair. Both Anna and Lizzi had trouble finding our table of bloggers in the cafe because they’d been relying on using my curly hair as their guiding beacon. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amused by the fact that Lizzi was standing directly behind me whilst scouring the restaurant for me. Oh, how she jumped when I called her name!)
…whose blogs I plan to stalk for book escapism and Blogopolis reporting, respectively.
Both of these ladies ordered mini cheesecakes, and very graciously laughed rather than rolled their eyes when I immediately swooped down on their plates with my camera. (They’re just lucky I didn’t swoop down with my gullet, like any good pelican would have done. Oh, how I hate this week-long sickness which prevents me from ordering cheesecake!)
Further down the table sat my beloved Anna, whose new exciting business will be starting up soon, and the brilliant Patricia, who immediately earned herself a place in my heart by hamming it up with her chocolate croissant.
Patricia and I also discovered that we have something very, very important in common.
Are you ready? It’s very important.
We both become as giddy as schoolgirls when handed miniature boxes.
I didn’t quite manage to capture everyone’s cake orders with my camera (or my gullet), but I do know that Anna ordered a fruit tartlet. Note to Cream Cafe & Bar: when someone orders your lovely-looking fresh fruit tartlet because they’ve been seduced by the aesthetic of lovely-looking fresh fruit placed delicately across its top, that someone isn’t really expecting the tartlet to arrive with a cold ploppage* of mushy compote on top. Just so you know.
Also in attendance were Grant and Bec, assuredly spectacular people whom I hope to chat more with at the next get-together. And I say that not only because a deeper level of friendship would have allowed me to steal some of Grant’s caramel tart.
At this point in the afternoon, several people (including the lovely Ally, whom I’m devastated to find I don’t have a photo of) departed. No sooner had the chair beside me been vacated than a rather model-esque young woman descended upon it, at which point I grabbed her face and demanded she recite the Secret Canberran Bloggers Theme Song or else I’d get her deported.
Okay, that was a lie.
This is the hilarious Lizzi, whose very existence makes my world a more incandescent place, and whose smile will surely light up your life too.
Last but not least, say hello to Ian, who gallantly helped up the testosterone factor of our gathering.
Thank you to everyone who came to this First Canberran Blogger Get-Together; I truly enjoyed meeting you all. And thank you, of course, to Nuffnang, whose cake-and-coffee-budget generosity allowed this event to happen.
P.S. Want to know one of the benefits to being a host of an event like this? If you’ve been sick for a week and have lost your voice, you’re totally allowed to order a cookie (or two) to take-away at the end of the afternoon. Dear Icky Sticky Date Bickies: you were tasty.
* We’re all going to pretend that this is a word, okay?