You may recall the Tashlich adventure in which I spotted two bloggers that I know from the blogosphere but not in real life.
Well I ran into the two again. This time it was at shul, no big surprise today. Had I not been chasing children I might have introduced myself. They had found prime real estate outside. It was a great spot just off of a courtyard and an entryway into the main building.
Although I must admit that the mischievous part of me thought that it was quite funny that we said hello and smiled at each other, knowing that I knew who they were but that they hadn’t picked me out yet.
I don’t know if they ever listened to any of the silly audioblogs I used to do, but if they had it is possible that my voice would have sounded familiar to them. Anyway, I don’t know about you, but I am relieved that the fast is over and the the day is slowly drawing to a close. I’ll post more about this later.
UBCOCYS
It is a staph infection. Oy. 😉
UB Cocys is an old Reggae band from the 80’s that catered to children.
“….or something”
😉
(My word verification was UBCOCYS. Is this a hint or something?)
Jack’s like a kosher voyeur or something…
There were MANY screaming kids going by. Silly.
I think you should email one of us. Tell us what you and your kindelach looked like. Maybe then we can at least feel like we’ve met 😉
Seriously though, we have to stop running into each other like this. It’s just not fair you know us and we don’t know you.
So, when are we doing coffee 🙂
This is not going to be a helpful description, but I was the guy who had screaming kids in tow.
Had I not been kid wrangling I would have certainly said hi, but with the children it was just too hard.
I wanted to give you more than a thirty second hello, but with the kids it was just impossible.
Um, IP Address can indeed lead to restraining orders my friend!
GRRRRRR!
We must seem really scary, smelly, or mean since you’re afraid of us.
You definitely saw us. We’re not sure who are still but glad we said hi and didn’t grumble at you. You must have been laughing on the inside.
I just hope you weren’t the guy in the clown suit.