Meeting ClinkPosted: January 2, 2008
So one of the last things that happened to me in 2007, as you may already know, is that I met Clink.
If you don’t know my blogging history, the short version is this:
Molly worked for me. She started blogging. A lot. She got attention. A lot. She convinced me to blog. Here I am. One of her regular readers (and vice/versa) was Clink.
Clink and Molly became more than just blogging buddies. They are like sisters. Even though they haven’t ‘met’ — yet. (Oh, and, by the way, when they do meet, they will discover how much more they are going to dig each other.) Molly and I would regularly talk about blogging stuff and other bloggers. And then two things happened.
I forget the order, but one day Clink wrote about an old Patriots garbage can that her fiance wanted to keep when they moved in together. She was ready to toss it, but I was able to give her some feedback on why its is more than a garbage can. So much more.
Then, another day, Clink sent a package of homemade oreos (and other assorted goodies) to Molly (and, well, by default, me). OK, I admit, I might have been in on the whole thing. 😉
So I have Molly to thank for getting me into this blogging thing. And I also have her to thank for ‘introducing’ me to Clink.
As time went on, I learned a few things, one of them being that Clink got her man tickets to the Patriots/Giants game for his birthday.
As the game drew closer, my cousin asked if I wanted to go. Hell yeah, I said. I may have passed up Game Two of the World Series, but I wasn’t going to screw up again.
I emailed Clink and told her I was going. There were going to be more than 70,000 people at the game. The chances of meeting were slim — until we found out we were only a few sections apart, on the same level.
Part of me felt guilty that I would actually meet her before Molly. But, what can you do? So, there we were, in the Meadowlands, awaiting history when we agreed to meet before the game. Two blogging buddies, ready to put down the keyboard and mouse and actually meet.
We left our seats and went to our designated meeting point. And for about 15-20 minutes, I had the pleasure of connecting with a fellow blogger. Sure, we hadn’t ‘met’, but that didn’t even matter. We had formed some type of bond. And, talking with Clink and her fiance was like connecting with people I had known for years. It was so normal — in the nicest possible way! She’s fabulous. He’s fabulous. They are fabulous.
It’s not easy for someone who doesn’t blog to understand the connections that can be formed here. But I know some of you have met other bloggers and lived to tell about it. Behind the keyboard, monitor and mouse are real people. And as I discovered behind the upper deck of the Meadowlands Saturday night — real friends.