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[I've uploaded all the photos from the event to the Gay Blogger Summit photo album. If you happen to know who some of the people in the photos are that I haven't named, please comment them to clear it up. I was a bit tipsy and have a bad short term memory anyway.]

I almost talked myself into staying home and forgetting all about the get together.

Dan tried to come up with an excuse why he couldn’t join us. He couldn’t think of a really good one.

Matt had to force himself to get dressed and meet us out. He had just flown in from a trip to Florida and was exhausted, but hadn’t been out in so long that he wasn’t about to turn down an invite to go to San Francisco.

UMB was just along for the ride, and hey, it’s an excuse to drink and flirt with gay guys. That’s one of his favorite pastimes.

I only have two complaints about the event. First, the bar was in SOMA, not very far from the ball park. There was a ball game scheduled, which made parking absolutely impossible. I drove around for nearly a half-hour while my friends waited inside. There was one garage within 6 blocks of the bar, but it was $40 for special event parking, and it was full. I ended up parking about a 15 minute walk away.

Secondly, when we arrived I expected there to be some sort of name tag to make identification and mingling easier. There wasn’t anything like that. A large number of the bloggers that were there (read: the gay clique I’ve talked about before) already knew each other, so they didn’t think it was necessary. I talked to Dan who was organizing the event who said that he and Jimmi decided that not having name tags would force people to mingle and introduce themselves to each other.

I pointed out that a lot of bloggers are used to interacting through a computer while in their underwear, and mingling might not be something they are exactly comfortable doing.

He said, “I normally blog naked.”

“Being naked would definitely help you mingle tonight” was my response.

Matt and Dan were already there and had a head start at the bar. It took us a little while to get good and warmed up before we could start mingling and interacting. Meaning, we need to down a few drinks to get around to it.

I got to meet almost everyone on the list of attendees. Some how I missed meeting up with Danny who comments here, though I’m fairly certain that he was standing next to our table for a while before we started mingling. We’re going to try to meet up tomorrow after the parade.

Here are some highlights:

I played wingman and landed Matt a super cute Canadian lawyer named Patrick. Cute, smart, foreign… I couldn’t pick anyone better for Matt. Of course if I were single, I’d have made Matt find his own date, and I’d have kept Patrick for myself. I’m a bitch like that.

Kelly from Who Threw That Ham at Me promised to get me into the gay clique. I doubt he accomplished that, but he did introduce me to the handsome Chad Fox who grabbed me by the shirt and said, “Jester! I admire you and your site soooo much!” And then he kissed me.

I like alcohol.

So does UMB.

Here he is shamelessly flirting with Chris from Hello Waffles.

Here is Chris shamelessly showing off his jockstrap.

UMB swears this didn’t happen:

Or This:

Kelly Slater’s gorgeous boyfriend, Jeff, wasn’t about to be outdone, he had to show off his jockstrap, too.

I don’t really understand the whole jockstrap obsession that a lot of gay guys have… but whatever… I’ll look at an ass when it’s displayed.

I got lots of complaints that everyone had heard of me, but no one had any idea what I look like. I find that amusing since I have a large photo album on this site.

Here’s a photo of me, inebriated and clinging to Matt for dear life.

JR from Memoirs of a GayChia is a great dancer. He looks a bit like Marc Broussard.

Scorecard:

• Number of Unsolicited kisses from Strangers: 6+ – Bloggers are apparently a friendly bunch…
• Number of Unsolicited Gropes from Strangers: 3 – Bloggers are apparently also a horny bunch…
• Number of Unsolicited Gropes from Friends: 2 – Dan and Matt get handsy when they’re drinking.
• Number of exposed penises: 3 – I was just too slow on the draw with the camera.
• Number of bare asses: 4 – I only got two on camera.
• Number of hot straight French doormen that I chatted up a lot of the night: 1 – Xavier was a lot of fun, and has a gorgeous wife who is expecting their first baby. His brother is hot, too!
• Number of people who told me that they don’t blog, but wanted to meet the bloggers: 12
• Number of people who told me that they had never heard of my blog: 3 – My reputation either precedes me, or bloggers are good at lying.

When we finally decided that more drinking without any food would result in something very bad happening, Matt, Dan, Ian (Matt’s friend who joined us a bit later in the evening), UMB, and I walked out and ran into Dan the organizer who was walking his dog. Apparently he lived close by…

Dan: Did you guys have a good time tonight?
Me, Matt, Dan, Ian: Yeah!
UMB:… uh.. hell yeah!
Dan: Oh that’s good. *sigh*
Me: You didn’t have a good time?
Dan: NO! It sucked. All I heard was complaints.
Matt: Complaints? It was a good party.
Dan: Yeah, complaints. (He looked directly at me when he said that.) This party didn’t turn out like I wanted. And I’m probably breaking up with my boyfriend over it.
Me: That’s awful. You shouldn’t sweat it, being the planner is never fun. You did a great job. It was a lot of fun.
Dan: Well maybe next year will be better. You’re sure you had fun?
Me: Yes! There should have been name tags, though.

I don’t mean to be an asshole. It just happens.