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Sun. Nov 09, 2003

Atlanta Blogger Brouhaha

Atlanta Blogger Brouhaha – Last night, a group of Atlanta area bloggers gathered at the 5 Seasons Brewing Company, and much fun was had by all. Sitting around a very long thin table, our group grew and rearranged itself so much the waiter gave up on keeping separate checks (and I gave up on captioning pictures, never one of my strong points). It was both large and loud, which was a good thing, other than I felt like I didn’t get to talk much with a lot of the people at the other end of our long loud table.

And talk we did. We talked about what we don’t write about, which I find to be as fascinating as what people do choose to write about. We talked about putting together a group weblog about Atlanta, something we hope to pull off this winter. We talked about all kinds of things, even politics. As Greg Greene noted at the end of the evening, given the wide breadth of political philosophies represented, it was amazing there was no blood on the floor.

I replied, ”we mopped up fast.”

I’m bad with names, and as if that weren’t bad enough, everybody had a URL as well (the running joke of the night was introductions … ”Hi, I’m photodude.com, nice to meet ya” was far more effective than, ”Hi, I’m Reid”). Though I didn’t get to speak to everyone, the list of people who claimed they would be there includes Our Organizer Greg Greene, ”El Burro,” Dwight Meredith, Denny Wilson, Michael Demmons, Adam Harris, Mike Adkinson, Michal Wallace, Ricky West, Jim Flowers, Jeneane Sessum, John Adams, Jessica Harbour, Kelley, and Melanie.

Susan and I both had a really good time. I’m sure I’ve missed somebody or a URL, but hopefully that will be corrected in the comments. You’ll find a few mediocre pictures at the bottom of this entry. Hey, it was a dark bar, a long table of people, and my focus was on beer. However, Jessica did bring the cutest little Leica, so maybe she got something better (I’m still stunned there were only two cameras at the whole table).

I should also note, there wasn’t a Confederate flag or a pickup truck in sight.

And then, Greg got the bill…