MOB Party Tonight
Our planned day trip up north is unfortunately off, my wife being up all night ill. She comes first, but if she's feeling better, I'll try to sneak down for a brew, maybe even dinner.
I have re-read Learned Foot's rules of MOB Party Ettiquette and I should have no trouble complying with it. After all, I don't hit on 18 year girls, I don't own any Hawaiian shirts, don't like name tags, and I hate karaoke. But what about the first tenet: do I know my place?
Yes, I am not in LF's 1% elite that gets 99% of the web hits, which essentially means that I should bow, yield, and avoid eye contact with my betters. Just buy them a drink to honor and thank them for doing what bloggers like me cannot and move on, for "in all likelihood [my] blog sucks."
To that I say, these events are for you 1% elites to thank us plebes for giving you 99% of your hits. You should buy us the drinks, but we'll take your presence tonight, to support and encourage us, as thanks enough!