Edgy Mama

I’m partially recovered from my party flu thanks to a large platter of fat and grease, more commonly known as beef nachos.

Most of my living room furniture is back where it belongs, though I considered covering the couch with plastic and leaving it in the front yard (every once in a while the white trash in my blood sings). The couch on the front lawn was a stroke of genius (thanks, E-spouse) and was the evening spot of choice for Syntax, Bliss, and Felicity.

The empty beer bottles are off the lawn and in the recycling bins (ummmm, whomever said bloggers don’t drink much didn’t count on fifty or so people consuming a pony keg in two hours and having to send the cute convertible sports car and the beer scooter out for more beverages–whomever would be Screwy and E-spouse).

None of the neighbors have complained, yet, about the fact that we had a five-person BAND playing in the living room until 11:00 p.m., and then Mike from Jolt Wagon (the band) and E-spouse decided to set off firecrackers at midnight (you missed it, Screwy!). Crazy pyros.

Jolt Wagon totally rocked. These dudes need to get a CD made–pronto! Though if they want to be a blogger band, they need to get with the program. I overheard several convos in which one of us tried to explain to one of the proliferating band groupies just exactly what a blog is. Sheesh.

In addition to band groupies consuming lots o’ brew, there were blogger groupies, which, as far as I’m concerned, is totally cool. As long as they don’t turn into psycho stalker groupies, which is my brother-in-law’s concern. But I figure as long as he’s worried, I don’t have to. Which I know is illogical, but the grease globules coating the lining of my stomach are being transmitted to my brain right now, so logical reasoning is impossible. It’s my nachos inhibit rationality excuse.

In other news, the BlogAsheville Awards were inspired. And not just because I’m a winner. Okay, I did consider a Rocky dance on the two front steps on the pnav but the white trash blood, even alcohol-tainted, could not quite overcome the debutante.

Anyway, for the full list of awardees, go to BA. Edgy Mama (yes, little ole me) won “Best Design” and “Best Writing.” For which I am humbled and honored. Though I can take credit for the writing on this site, I cannot take credit for the hot, sexy design. Thank you, Eddo, who, as I must remind you again, designed this site for nothing in return except a T-shirt and a copy of my novel. I have sent him a bit of business.

I also tied with the injured Jim Jenkins, who, sadly, couldn’t come to the party, but was with us in spirit, for “Best BlogAsheville Post of 2005-2006″ (remember my vent: “To the witch who hit my van” and ran? It seems that ire entertains). I also placed second for “Blogger You’d Most Like to See Naked,” behind the FIFTEEN Scrutiny Hooligans‘ bloggers. So not much of a loss.

Thanks to all of you who came, for coming. Seeing friends, making new ones, and spreading the creative love, was fun and memorable.

Sorry none of you out-of-town bloggers could join the celebration. Next time, I’ll try to give you more notice. Although you can’t stay with me, because my brother-in-law would not be able to sleep worrying that you might Charles Manson my family.

And thanks to Ash, who not only guest blogs when I’m away, but who came to the pnav on Sunday to help with clean-up and furniture rearranging (Sorry I dropped the couch on you, guy. Hope your foot is okay).

O, and to those of you, and you know who you are, who threw ciggy butts on my lawn–to you, I send an evil hex that said cigs will singe the tips of your littering fingers and fill your lungs with toxins. If you, like Screwy, sweetly deposited your butts in my olive dish/ashtray, may your fingers remain unblistered and your lungs clear of tar.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.