I was honored to host several local (and one Greensboro) bloggas and their families at my humble abode/posh North Asheville villa last night. We had a Thanksgiving feast of magnificent proportions. Given that my entire family has blown us off for Thanksgiving, last night may turn out to be our holiday celebration (Okay, E-spouse, I’ll roast a turkey. After all I have enough leftover cornbread/sausage dressing to feed a busload of hungry Hungarians).
There were many moments to savor throughout the night, in addition to the grub and libations. I was awed, in particular, by blogaphile Jim’s gift to me: a CD entitled “A Little Night Music: an eclectic assortment for the Edgiest of Mamas.” The CD holds 120 songs! We’ve listened to it for much of the past 24, and it is wonderful. I have yet to not like a song on this compilation. Thanks, Jim!
The highlight of the night for me was hearing the erotic confession of my dear friend, Rio. Rio is a member of my book club and was at the beach with us when Ashvegas was guestblogging and wreaking havoc here on Edgy Mama.
Soooooo, Rio’s big confession: after much beach talk and speculation about the true identity of Ashvegas (I am, as always, pledged to silence), Rio had a dream about our fab blogger friend. In the dream, she and Ash were having a torrid, yes, smoking, affair. AND he looked just like Clive Owen. Mmmmmmm, yes. So, last night, in a moment of bravery, she came face-to-face with the infamous Ash and told him about her dream. No, he doesn’t much resemble Clive, at least in countenance , though he does have that rough and wry sense of humor that we so admire in the sexy Brit. Was Rio disappointed? Was she thrilled? We’ll see what further dreams bring to Rio. Which leads me to my wild blogger dreams of last night…
Nope, not going there.
We neglected to take photos of this blogger meetup, though it was, as always, colorful. Thanks to Syntax, Uptown, Sweet Tea, Screwy, Huw, Vespere, Theseus, Ash, Corky, Walker, Rio, and you other blogger-related souls who were brave enough to attend. For food, drink, and fellowship. Til we meet again.
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Ashvegas bloggas owe you and E-Spouse a debt of gratitude for opening up your home. Thank you!
A few other highlights:
syntax and his invisible airplane. syntax’s s.o.: “how do you know where you parked it?”
klutzy mama dropping utensils in the kitchen, then licking them clean.
E-Spouse’s screeching impersonation of Fergie: “Let’s get it staaar-ted!”
kluty mama forgetting to put out her homemade cranberry sauce. o-k. YUM! I didn’t know it got better than the stuff out of the can…
syntax and s.o.’s confession of the birds-and-bees books their parents gave them. suffice to say we’re all glad neither are the worse for it. that, combined with klutzy mama’s reading of her sex book, which she had suprisingly handy on the bookshelf - complete with pictures of dog genitals.
jim’s party mix present. we were all jealous AND super-in awe.
rio’s soul-baring reveal to me. and hey, she didn’t seem TOO disappointed in the real Mr. Vegas…
some kind of fortified yeast gravy, tasty pumpkin cheesecake, some awesome greens, a wonderfully apply salad, dressing upon dressing, on and on…
the inaugural game of the giblet toss olympics, in which bloggas used their discerning palates to guess the not-so-secret ingredients of the new Cold Mountain Winter Ale. medals to klutzy mama (cinnamon); syntax (raspberry) and everyone who came oh so close to guessing the super-hard butter pecan flavoring.
Dr. Paul as Johnny Depp. if only the lights had been a little dimmer…
Thanks to all!
Now this is incentive to be a blogger. It sounds really great and I’m jealous.
Now I see why all you Grumpy Grinch types were complaining so heartily about Christmas starting so early. I think SOMEONE had their heart set on a November feast. Well kids you kept your eye on the ball or in this case the butterball and it sounds like fun was had by all.
Hmmm, Ash, I think it’s a good thing you don’t resemble Clive’s contenance. (whatever that is.)
Fractured Definition: what keeps you dry when you laugh too hard? Contenance. Or; We went on a trip and visited three contenance.
EM, please fix: “Their were many moments…”
O, and please fix AD’s catch (good one, daddio): “countenance.”
It’s ok, EM. We know you’re wiped out from being the party hostess.
Thanks for catching my typos, boys. After I’d crossposted to BlogAsheville–so I had to fix them twice! But, yes, I am wiped. And yes, I’m going to bed. NOW. Maybe.
yes - thank you so much for opening your home and hearth to us friday night. we had a great time!
You weren’t blown off by me for Thanksgiving…it’s not your year!!
Have a Happy one…lots of love…That dressing recipe makes a lot……good tho’. Yo Mama
we too have been blown off by our familes. It’s sad.
I KNEW IT!! I told Walker that my name would be mentioned! Good thing Hubby finds this all so entertaining
And I must say, as far as Clive Owen or any other man goes (including my beloved CF), wit and intelligence go a long way.
EM - you’re the expert on blog flirting. Am I crossing boundaries?
Dang! I want to be a bloggah now, too! I didn’t realize it involved feasting and revelry. I have to work on Thanksgiving, so reading of your fabulous soiree was great. And I accept donations of stuffing!
Di
Hi Mom. You left a comment. Wow! And you’re right, it’s really E’s fam who blew us off. Love you.
Rio, babe, you have not crossed any lines. Ash is honored, nay tickled, to have starred in your dream, particularly since he got to look like Clive. And as one of the ring leaders, I say let the blog flirt games begin.
Oh, and Mom, do not believe Ash when he says I dropped an utensil and then licked it. He made that up.
EM
I’ll be on your B team any time. Sorry i couldn’t stay until i had soaked up enough to sing the AU fight song with you.. The nutritional yeast gravy ROCKED!
Wow, Edgy Mama’s Mama commented? Nice…
“We neglected to take photos of this blogger meetup…”
I smell BS. I think photos abounded, but were too incriminating for public distribution.
Also, you shouldn’t feel ashamed of having wild dreams about sexy, younger men from Kentucky.
I know what it’s like to have women constantly fantasize about you…rarely am I able to leave the house without some Buckhead House Wife ripping at my clothes or offering me sweet tea…that’s code for I’m lonely and no one has to know….it’s not easy being a sex object and being viewed as a piece of meat…I have feeling s and thoughts too ya know…why just the other day I was wondering what the record for the biggest drip dry castle is and does anyone really know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop…see I’m not just a pretty face! Anyway it sounds like your blogger orgy was a hit!
Congrats…we eat at the PDC at 12:00…so if you want an impersonal Thanksgiving luch with a bunch of strangers/family feel free drop by….no need to spend the holidays in exile….
pssst. Rio. over here. i’ve got a picture of Rupert Everett i want you to look at. you just stare at the picture and let me do the rest…
Sheesh, Screwy’s right. He said on Friday night that I have a bunch of randy readers. Don’t know why? Me being so innocent and pure-like.
It really is all about the accent.
yes. the tongue truly is an instrument, no?
Thanks, Q., for the invite. I think we’ll stay up here in Asheville this year.
Ash, I’m ignoring you. Notice?
Notice I’m ignoring S.C. as well.
Hey, this is kind of fun. Na, na, na, I can’t hear you…
Wait. I love comments. I love my randy, suggestive readers. Okay, kisses to all. Keep it up. If you know what I mean.