It seems like only yesterday, yet it was a long, LONG (really very long) time ago that I was last a finalist in the caption contest over at The Good Greatsby’s blog. Some would say I belong in the finals EVERY time, but that’s not important now. I am on the short list.
Even more important than fun blogging contests are the friendships you make online. That caption contest was where I met Darla from She’s a Maineiac.
When I saw that her awesome caption was probably going to smoke mine, I skedaddled over to her blog for the first time to snoop around. I was like the Jets cruising the Sharks neighborhood, looking for trouble. I was packing my switchblade and ready to rumble. What happened then wasn’t pretty. There was post hijacking and trash talking all up in the joint. She and her gang (Mr. Skittles) came to my neighborhood and retaliated, and I got shot. In a bloggy, metaphorical kind of way. It was just like that scene in West Side Story with all those really delicate, gay guys doing their darndest to look like tough gang-bangers as they ballet danced all over the place.
It was a beautifully orchestrated verbal fight where the seeds of one of my bestest, bloggy friendships were sown.
Click here to read my pathetic plea for votes and the comment trail that started it all.
Once again, Darla and I are head-to-head in the caption contest, along with buddy Laura from Unlikely Explanations and a small bevy of talented bloggers. But this time around I wouldn’t trade our monkey-owning, jacket-wearing, Reeses’ Peanut Butter Cup-loving friendships for any fancy awards, even if universal adoration and the ability to see through walls may be at stake. These bloggers are just that special to me.
But if you have a moment, feel free to stop by GG’s blog and vote for my caption so I can grind Darliciousness and Laura into the dust.