I had the pleasure - and the honor - to join some Washington-area bloggers for happy hour this evening. The attendees were:
1) Track-A-Crat and his lovely bride;
2) The vivacious Monique Stuart;
3) And the great man, himself - Robert Stacy McCain, as witty and convivial a fellow as I've ever clinked a glass with.
The party was hosted by Stacy's gracious and hard-working blog partner, Smitty, and a good time was had by all (and, perhaps, is still being had).
It was a nearly perfect evening. The qualifier arises as a result of an incident that occurred when I returned to my office to collect my things, preparatory to catching the Metro home. Just as I was about to enter the building, a gust of wind lifted my spiffy gray Panama hat off my head, and the thing (the hat, that is, not my head) rolled at high speed down the sidewalk on the edge of the brim like a run-away tire, with me running alongside, executing a series of sporadic chorus-line kicks in an effort to stop it (futile, of course; the hat simply rolled over my shoe). It finally came to a stop of its own accord, and you will all no doubt be relieved to hear that the hat was undamaged (not so, my amour propre, which was considerably bruised).