What Truly Happened Last Night...

It was surreal, to mention the very least.

Its one of those rare few moments where the happening was not within the blogosphere, but in physical form elsewhere, in a Hideout far far away.

No one had planned for this. Although the 3 "Heavenly Kings" threw the first dice. The hint was taken and everyone made their way to mrbrown-spotting. Initially, I had intended to remain anonymous throughout, I had to clench my teeth and lied through my teeth a couple of times.

"Do you blog?"

"No"

Finally, my defence collapsed when a very sincere Maotai came over to initiate conversation. I couldn't bear the lies anymore and I came clean. I thought, it will be just one more blogger. And thats all. Again, I lied to myself. There would come a second and a third. And before I knew it, people were pointing at Tripleperiod from all angles.

"There... thats Tripleperiod."

"Oh...u are..." *gasp*

"Yes...I'm the one "advertising" for a gf a few days ago"

But overall, it was a very nice event. I repeat again, so Surreal! Think the Intergalactic bars in Star Wars where all the weirdos of the different planets gather and drink. Yes. Thats the closest you ever get to visualising what happened.

It was funny, the way we asked for each other's mortal name before throwing the mortal name out of memory and headed straight for each others blog name. Yes, the blog identity was what mattered most. We just had to uncover the face behind the blogs. The mortal name and physical acquaintance, that can wait.

Also we bloggers are a self-assuring lot. We were chatting about how therapeutic blogging was. How much we enjoyed writing. And how much we were enjoying it because we were blogging for ourselves. We all nodded in consensus. It was akin to how the people at the mental asylum sat together, chatted and and all felt normal. Little wonder why bloggers only grow in number, you seldom find one who thinks that blogging is evil.

I was having a nice time soaking myself in this dream, warm inside, induced by whiskey and beer, when one of the hot bloggers attacked me with my only weakness.

"There is a Sale at Wisma Atria until 1 a.m. tonight. You take us ladies there. And I'll french one of them, in front of you."

LESBIANS. FRENCH KISS. TONGUE. HEAT.

"DEAL"

And we end up in Wisma before the night was gone.

I have yet to see the French Kiss, but I believe the Period of Validity is up to 6 weeks, as per our verbal contractual agreement which is legally binding in the Blogosphere.