Greg has a post up. So does JayG. Both have pictures of me that, if I were the type of person who felt shame, would probably be horrified. As I don't, I'm not. In fact, I'd say those pictures are rather representative of me.
Also in the group were The Big Guy, McThag, and several readers (hello Phillip, Phillip's Wife, and Marvin!).
First impressions – JayG is highly subdued on his blog. In real life you keep expecting his head to do a complete 180 and his eyes pop out like a cartoon character. The man is wired. So, he fit right in.
Fulton's Crab House is overpriced. $40 for a filet mignon? I better be getting a backrub while someone else cuts it for me and feeds me friggin' grapes for desert. The crab bisque was neither crabby nor bisquie. They are also rather sexist there. On the back of the name card was a recipe for a dip they serve. The waiter promptly handed it to Beth who looked at it like a can of radioactive waste (which, by the way, JayG apparently sells for a living). He then told the 'ladies' that they would be more than happy to remove the shells from the crabs for them, as if women can't do it on their own.
So, a bunch of loud, obnoxious gun nuts in a fancy restaurant. Perfect.
I haven't laughed that hard since I read that Paul Helmke was surprised to find himself tossed under the Obama Express. It was Rainbow Weekend at Disney which gave a whole new meaning to the phrase "I'm going to hook up with some guy I met on the Internet". I quite literally had to pay attention to JayG, the other Jay and McThag to make sure it was safe to put food in my mouth. There were plenty of those kinds of moments.
All in all, even with the insane prices of Fulton's, a good time was had by all (well, maybe not by Jamal, our waiter). It's good to meet up with people who you only know as a handle or a tiny picture on the screen from time to time. Hopefully, there will be many more meetups to come!