The Irish Blonk Awards
I got so drunk at the Irish Blog Awards last night that I'm probably not the best source for the evening's gossip. I was just so thirsty, really, and made the mistake of drinking gin & bitter lemon — which tastes like lemonade, but isn't.
Well, Twenty Major (or "Tony Major" as the non-bloggy friend I'd dragged along kept calling him by mistake) won the Best Blog award again. "I can't believe it!" I exclaimed to Bjarni, indignantly. "That's three times in a row he's won it now!"
"Maybe it's because his is the best blog," shrugged Bjarni. "Here he is now, anyway, you can ask him about it yourself."
"Oh, hi Twenty," I gushed. "Congrats on winning Best Blog! You totally deserved it."
I didn't win anything, of course, which I had been mentally preparing myself for by spending the past year writing a hilarious but completely narcissistic acceptance speech.
"Who are you going to thank?" whispered non-bloggy friend as the nominations for Best Design were being read out.
"Um, myself?" I replied, just before losing to Sabrina. "I mean, I designed it."
But the best thing about the evening, of course, was meeting all these people off the internet and comparing their online personas to their real personas. I always expect people to look like their blogs — the way dog owners look like their dogs — so I was disappointed to see that Devin looked like a real-life woman and wasn't made up of green blocks with rounded corners after all. Flirty is lovely and she really does look like Nicole Kidman, only hotter, even in a brightly lit room. LC isn't as short in the flesh as you'd expect — not that he was there, but I was able to get all the dirt on him from Rosie.
I kept hugging people by mistake, as usual, forgetting that Irish people don't really like hugs — especially not from strangers off the internet. I was particularly huggy with Bock the Robber — who is actually very cute in real life, if you can you believe that. But after my fifteenth lemonade I was so drunk that I was falling asleep while I was talking to people about myself and so I had to be whisked home in a cab. The end.
26 comments:
Damn shame I missed you. Or did I lurch up drunkenly and accuse you of being Flirty by mistake?
Anyhow, there's always next year!
I missed you last year too. No, you didn't accuse me of being flirty. I feel so privileged to have met her — everybody is telling me they were looking out for her.
You didn't win?! Swizz!
(I refuse to look at the winners blog in case I agree with the judging. Now that's blogship)
Hee, thanks. It's a pretty gorgeous design, and she's a web designer by trade so fair play.
But I heard someone say about the foodie blog that won: "Oh my God, they don't even use capital letters!"
Well, this is MY favorite Irish Blog, and the best layout of all the Irish Blogs I visit.
I've double checked the results and you won every category unanimously in the NW Suburban Chicago Division - Irish Blog Awards.
You should be receiving your notification via snail mail shortly (note: this is an actual snail with the winner notification painted on it's shell, so it could be a while)
well i'm an american and as everyone knows we know best and loudest, and yours is the best of the irish blogs. been reading for well over a year now and love the content and design. hell, i've never even been to or heard of most of the other blogs which proves beyond a doubt, yours is the best.
there.
Hi Annie - great to say hello (unsoberly at the end of the evening). Apologies to Bjarni for forgetting his name!
Can't believe I didn't even get a mention on your post. Sniff. Am cyber sulking now.
Strange. I thought I left a comment here last night.
God. It must have been a heavier weekend than I thought.
Fiona! This post was about seeing people in the flesh for the first time and comparing them to their blonks. Seems you and i have now met a total of three times I count you more as a "IRL friend". Though I should point out that it was Fiona who secured me two glasses of champagne — courtesy of Shane Hegarty and the Beaut girls, I think.
Is there an award for The Irishest Blog? And what would that involve?
It would probably involve actually being Irish.
glad to have been of service...
@ Tim: it would have to go to The Chancer who should win big shiny awards for using phrases like "diddy wobbles" and "go and shite".
Hola Annie--
was lovely to meet you and I am sorry I did not get a hug off you like I did off Bock.
I espect you did not mention me here because I am esactly like my blog. :-)
You are exactly nothing like your blog but I didn't want to "out" you.
We didn't hug?! Are you serious? Probably because by that point I was fed up of hugging people who froze up with their arms clamped by their sides as soon as I went near them.
Damn, I'll just have to be there next year. Sorry you didn't win... and even so your blogroll's the bestest (and they should balance design with load speed)
My beard really enjoyed meeting you. It's been on an annoying ego trip ever since.
If you had hugged me I would have killed you.
Whee! I feel better already. Was a fun night, which got funner and funner until it got really unfunny on Sunday morning. Sigh.
I stroked your beard though, I remember that. I don't know which is worse.
Thanks Conan.... yes, come next time. Although I'll probably be back in Iceland by then.
That won't be a problem, Eolaí. It just means I'll get two hugs next year and you'll get none.
Met you again at the very end of the night when things were far too fuzzy-setting a precedent now! Great to actually chat with Bjarni this time though- was far far too drunk down at EP!
Hi Annie. Was great to meet you at the awards and I apologise for the repeated question of if you were actually from Iceland.
Your great craic and thanks for the hug and looking forward to chatting again next year.
Aw I'm gutted I didn't make it to the bloggies. I'm definitely going to go next year. Oh and I agree, your blogroll is SO the best. xx
It was brilliant to make your acquaintance, Annie. Smashing night all round, although it all passed too quickly. I missed meeting K8 and Flirty and loads of others but I was delighted to meet you. Same time next year?
You're number 1 to me!
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