So I walk into what i was told would be a small informal gathering all sweaty from a 2 hour drive smack into the middle of full dressy kinda affair. Christ! The Sis collars me muttering that I'm late.
Sis: Come, I'll introduce you to Meesa...
Moi: What the heck is a Meesa and why do i need an introduction? < what is it with my family and introductions? >
Sis: <glares>
Sisterly glares are potent stuff. But my anti-introduction reflexes kick in.
Moi: Wait, I'll go have a shower and come
Sis: Oh, yes... ok
phew, some respite. I beat a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my abode. I am not one for dressing up for parties; most of the time i'm underdressed, but experience has taught me that blending in helps. Experience has also taught me that taking my time would simply mean the mom seeking me out and escorting me, thereby reducing my chances of evasion. I needs make haste.
The attempt at finding something appropriate for occasion is abandoned within 5 seconds. I'm horrible at finding stuff; depend on the wife for things like that. Settle for the nearest comfy thing, which happens to be a sweat shirt. oh well...
I try to think happy thoughts. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recall that loki, being acquainted with the sis, might also be among the hoard.
The realization conjures mixed feelings. To explain the mixed feelings, some insight into elder_bro_younger_sis_relationships is required. The stereotypical elder bro is known to ignore friends of stereotypical younger sis. This is genetically induced behavior, that we have no control over, and is often and unjustifiably mistaken for rudeness. The thing is, that for sometime I've been under the impression that I've given loki a ride home, and the fear was that I might have been perceived as, well ... a complete sod. Incurring the wrath of Loki, warrior princess, was a rather daunting thought. But, it also would be nice to meet her in the flesh...
And now back to the main story...
I sneak into party-house. Now parties are not all bad. Where there is a party, there is FOOD. I make a beeline for the kitchen. Stuff mouth full of batter fried prawn - yumz, grab a coupla fish_balls, pour myself a coke and teleport myself upstairs. I congratulate myself on a well executed concealment maneuver. And for a while all is good... well mostly,I still have to keep some company, but they are a tolerant bunch.
It was ofcourse too good to last, the sis seeks me out eventually and drags me off to meet this Meesa person. I try to ditch her by ducking into the kitchen, to no avail< sigh >. The mind switches to drone-mode. Drone-mode logic is quite simple. Simply repeat, for eg;
Meesa:pleased to meet you, how are you?
Moi: likewise and you?(isn't Meesa an Indian actress?)
or, if subject is a foreigner just ask where they've been to in SL. That sets em off, never fails. And I'm on safe ground, since I'm a bit of a roadee. Now I haven't quite mastered the art of breaking off a conversation, so while Meesa happily chatters away, I decide to see if I can spot Loki. That nearly sends me into positronic cascade failure. i suck at checking out, babes. I abandon the hunt for Loki. Break away from Meesa, raid the kitchen yet again and stealthily make my way upstairs.
Hours later...
Yours truly is in quite a satisfied mood after many many forays into the larder, and happily serving himself the main course when, I hear an animated Hi behind me. I warily turn to see this creature. And it seems to be speaking to me.
creature: hi (or something like that)
moi: errr... hi
creature: I'm Loki
Moi: oh... your hair's different (of all the stupid things to say...)
Loki: maybe cause it's combed ...
Moi: So how was india? ( I seem to progress from bad to worse, as if i don't know. I do read her blogs)
Luckily, I don't ask something extremely stupid and Paranoid like, "How do I know, you're Really Loki?"
Loki is truly charming though, and before I know it she's giving me a brief history of SL bloggerdom; I was quite surprised to hear that most of them met through blogging. I was under the impression that they knew each other beforehand. And I think, i end up gossiping about slothy and sagey. Unfortunately, we have oh so brief a conversation.
How, I've rambled on. Confession time.
I've not really been keen on meeting any of the bloggers in person. Somehow, I've always thought it easier to relate to virtual people through their blogs. I was actually reading Loki & Gangs' blogs for quite some time before i decided to comment on 'em. I have people issues. Real people are a bit off putting after all. But having met Loki, i dunno, I feel I can relate to this crowd. Whether that can be reciprocated is another question altogether, but selfish bastard that I am, I am not really concerned about that.
Anywayz, that's how I met Loki, Warrior Princess, in the flesh.
The End.
urped by gumz @ 9:59 PM
