Today, I had the pleasure of lunching with my friend Jill (aka JadedJu). We met over the internet through bloggy friends a decade ago and then in person, a few months later. When I returned from our first lunchdate, on a Sunday in February of 2004, I reported back to our blog circle with the following story. Later, I found it re-posted on some random site with the title “BEST TRUE INTERNET MEET-UP STORY EVER”. The word TRUE made me laugh for quite some time, but it remains one of my favorite stories and so I’m bringing it back around.
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Every time I meet one of my blog friends for the first time in person, there’s a bit of a blind date quality to it. How will I know him? What if she stands me up? What if they’ve brought a fistfull of friends to stand and point and laugh at me? So when I went to Pescadero to meet Jill last Sunday, I was a little edgy, not knowing what to expect.
I saw her as I approached Duartes, winding my way through the long line of Harleys that filled every parking space on the block. Leaning against a lamp post, she had a look about her that said she’d been waiting for me to arrive. Her bright green mohawk didn’t surprise me as much as the fact that she was nearly seven and a half feet tall.
“Are you . . . ?” I asked.
“And you?” she countered.
We nodded in unison and I followed her into the restaurant.
We’d already ordered and broken into the soft, steaming loaf of homemade bread when she said, oh so casually, “So you’re all packed?”
I stopped buttering.
“Yeah, we haven’t got much time.”
“Time for . . . ?” I glanced around the restaurant as if some magical answer to her question was waiting on one of the rustic walls.
“Time to catch up with them. We’ve got to be in Oregon before morning. The show opens in Victoria on Tuesday.”
I put the bread back on the plate and pushed back from the table.
“You ARE the Lion Tamer, aren’t you?”