... meeting the crew of Rochester Turning, shooting the shit with Azi, finally meeting hand-crusher Liz Benjamin and driving back to the city with Michael, Paul and Phillip.

Especially the driving with the guys. I laughed so hard I think I broke my Poughkeepsie.

As much as I like having access to events and people who make what we call the status quo, it takes me a while to take in all the people's faces, rants, raves, ticks and tocks; especially if I don't know them on or offline.

Let's say is my way of being polite I like to ponder all the newness in an attempt to ... believe it or not ... make no knee-jerked judgements.

But they're coming.

On the other hand, meeting my colleagues and finally putting a face to the words I have been reading for months and/or years is always an immediately welcomed treat.

With other bloggers and journalists, I do get to be judgemental right away, no filters, no holds bar. I get to unleash the bitch and the momma immediately and with no velvet rope to hold them back.

Then there is the irony of group blogs. Even if you live in the same city or town and hang out on the same blog, life and a thousand other little details may prevent you from hanging out offline with the same people.

So 3 1/2 hours drive with Michael, Paul and Phillip where absolutely snarkfully laugh-out funny bliss.

We liked it so much that ... ahem ... we may even turn it into a weekly gig.

Check the blog later tonight --especially all of you 9-to-5ers who desert us after 6:00pm. I have quite a number of photographs, audio and videoclips that I will be uploading all throughout the afternoon and evening.

And to the guys ... You're so Poughkeepsie, you rock!

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