Friday night was the most attended Birds and Beers yet. I think we had over 30 people show up at Jackson Mountain Cafe throughout the evening. They pretty much just gave us the upstairs bar area (and went as far as to have the tvs tuned into Animal Planet instead of ESPN. I was asked what the biggest surprise of the evening was for me and that was learning what a babe Susan Gets Native is! Holy Cow, she came in with long flowing hair, beautiful eyes and a personality that sweeps you up into a tsunami of fun.
We had more than just bloggers on hand. Hougton Mifflin showed up and I met some east coast birders–one who has a plan to help the red knot. He’s been doing fundraisers to buy up private property where the knots can feed on the horseshoe crab eggs. I’ll blog more about it later, but it was so refreshing to meet someone with a proactive idea, and who has already got the ball rolling. They already bought a little over four acres this year. Exciting stuff.
There were also bird magazine editors there too. One of whom got the last serving of single malt scotch available at the bar (my drink of choice). When this editor (who shall remain nameless) learned of how he…affected my little birder world…he hid himself and the scotch behind a menu. I proceeded to call him several things including evil, wicked, mean, bad and nasty…I think I just kind of ruined my chances of him accepting the article that I recently pitched…
So, I had martinis (Don’t worry Non Birding Bill, I stopped at two). More Birds and Beers coverage can be found at Susan Gets Native and Born Again Bird Watcher. I swear, you would think the restaurant had never seen a bird watching laying on the bar before.
It did dawn on me that I was meeting several of these bloggers face to face for the first time, even though some are part of my daily routine. Beginning To Bird has been a huge supporter of Disapproving Rabbits, and her bun Niblet is in the book twice. Mike at 10,000 Birds was another big surprise. From some reason, from reading his stuff, I had the idea that he would be a quiet, guy–something along the lines of Mike McDowell but was nothing like I expected and a good time (Not that McDowell isn’t a good time…he’s more of a quiet good time). I guess its weird to have expectations of bloggers. In some ways, it’s kind of a DJ effect. You listen to someone on the radio and get a mental picture of what they look like and then when you see them, they look nothing like that. It’s the same with blogging, you get a mental picture of the writers look and talk and they take you by surprise.