The Beauty of the Blogfest

So I went to the Blogfest last night, along with over 200 other Brooklyn bloggers, some of whom (I hope) might be here to see me. If this is your first visit, hello! Thanks for stopping by. You might want to read this post, explaining the origin of Midnight Cowgirls, and for further reading, I give you 50 things about me.

At the Blogfest, I realized that I am starting to really make friends here, and that made me very happy. Rob greeted me at the door, putting me at ease immediately, and soon I was chatting away with Joyce, Cathryn, Anne and Katia. I felt all warm and fuzzy when Amy showed up, and of course Eleanor and Mike and Chris and Adrian and Louise were all there too. I was glad to see all of them, plus several other faces I'd seen before, and I met a bunch of new people, too. These are small, delicate buds of friendships, but everything starts somewhere, doesn't it?

I asked to have a job, so something would occupy me and force me not to be a wallflower, and I ended up working the sign-in table with Miss Heather, of New York Shitty. Her blog is totally hilarious, and you must read it if you haven't. Dead rats, lots of shit, profanity - right up my alley! Mr. Heather was with her, and he turned out to be a gentle midwestern soul like me. They make a sweet and interesting pair - a Kansas boy who grew up on a dairy farm and fell in love with a gorgeous, hardboiled city girl. She reminds me of a 1940s film noir actress - so very pretty, with a great voice. And did I mention she's hilarious? I was glad to meet them both - and everyone else, too. I feel incredibly grateful to be meeting such wonderful people.

One of the highlights of the evening was a short film put together by Morgan, The Brooklyn Optimist. Here it is:



For those of you back home in Colorado who wonder what our life is like here, this film shows it very well. These are the sights I see around me here all the time, but am not able to capture myself. Watching it, you'll get a sense of this Brooklyn life we've come to love. I don't think we'll ever want to leave.

At the end of the evening, as I was waiting to have my picture taken by the lovely Hugh Crawford, an extremely drunk young man stumbled over and attempted to dance with me, twirling me around and mumbling incoherently. Remember that scene in Say Anything, at the end of the graduation party, when they find the drunk guy in the bathroom? He was so exactly like that guy, I can't even tell you. I was cracking up. After I shook him off, he proceeded to perform a little dance for us, losing a shoe in the process. I was grateful for that guy, too. He was the cherry on my Blogfest sundae. Thanks for the memories, drunk dude!