Folks from Dynamite Circle Meet-Up At Deschutes For Root Beers & Battered Fries

I was standing at a party (not the one pictured to the left) with my friend/conference-roomie Yamile (FYI: an awesome website designer, if you’re looking) sipping my new drink of choice, soda water and lime. As we chatted a girl walked in to the party and we both felt ourselves staring.

Yes, she was pretty, but not stop-the-party-everyone-stare-in-stunned-wonder gorgeous.

We had that I know I know you from somewhere stare.

Since the party was a post-conference affair, and the conference was a bunch of online entrepreneurs and bloggers/vloggers/podcasters, the obvious reality is we probably had interacted with her on Twitter or read a post or something.

Later in the night we were talking to a friend when the woman came over and began talking to the same friend. Seizing the opportunity I asked her “I’m sorry, but you look so familiar and obviously we have mutual friends. What is your name so I can try to place you in my brain?”

I have carved her response into my memory because it was that funny.

“Most people know me because I’m online. With my Twitter, YouTube videos, and blog, people just know me.”

Thank goodness I decided to quit drinking that week, because if I were drunk the hilarious laughter that was chortling inside my head would have erupted through my mouth and into the conversation.

Or I would have been able to snidely exclaim in that moment EXACTLY where I knew her from, saying “Oh, actually I *do* recognize you now. You and I went back and forth on Twitter after you shared a couple of the articles from my column on Forbes.com.”

Yet my sober and rational brain relayed the synapses for me to instead smile and nod at her, immediately establishing that we would probably not become besties anytime soon.

I’m Kind Of A Big Deal Syndrome

Ah yes. Hello online echo chamber, we meet again.