Blating; as I see it.

I've made it no secret around here that I've been an online journaling junkie since the days I use to write about how gross the taco salad from the cafeteria smelled, so I don't really know why it surprises me when I find similarities in blogging and the old days of LiveJournal. But it does. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is that when I started this blog I didn't really know I was really signing up for a big ass girl dating website. I mean, I've had more blates (what the cool kids call "blog dates") recently than I have actual dates with the male species and they've both been better than any date I've ever been on with a guy. And I'm one week out from going to visit another blogger in a completely different state. So, that's saying something.

And it might be that I need to go on more actual dates... but that's besides the point.

So, anyways, yesterday I had another one of these blates I speak of and, once again, it didn't disappoint. I'm telling you, this blating thing is really something else. I mean, I got to drink wine and Jack Daniels, and dance, and sing, and laugh, and all of the other things that I get to do with my friends... except I also got to talk about blogging. 

Be still, my nerdy heart.

All of that aside, here's blating as I saw it last night:

Drown your nerves in wine.

When showing up to one of these blates you get a whirlwind of emotions that run through you, kind of like when you're going on a real first date. So, in typical first date fashion, you just need to show up 30ish minutes early to get a head start on your drinking. This typically drowns the nerves of meeting a perfect stranger right out of you.

To hug or not to hug, that is the question.

Now that they will be there soon, you have to make the quick decision of if you are going to go in for the hug or not. This will eliminate the awkward hug, no hug, hug once your blate approaches you. 

I was on my second glass of wine last night, you bet your ass I went for the hug.

Keep the conversation rolling.

What do you say if things start getting awkward? What if you are the awkward part of this blate? What if one of the people recently blogged about how she doesn't go out often? How is she going to tolerate you? 

Luckily, in my blating experience, I've yet to run into this.

I'm guessing Erin is likely to be the one I'll have to work for conversation with. Definitely. 

Just one more.

You know you've really met your match(es) when they continue to cheer on the act of continual drinking. Especially when you assumed said blate would end somewhere around 8 but then you don't get home until nearly 11pm. 

Anywho, my purpose of this post is... well... really, it's to show off my blates-turned-new-friends... but also, maybe a little bit to say, hey, go set up some blates. It's not nearly as creepy as you'd expect it to me. Or maybe it is. 

Kendahl and Emma, I had a blast with you two! You're my kinda peeps, fo sho. We shall meet again. On a non-work night. 

See you tomorrow for #backthatazzupfriday, my amigas.