Month of Mondays

In a nice contrast from recent weeks, I was mentioned in a positive way on a blog. The writer, Garin, is one of my writers---that is, one of the contributors to MyOpenBar that I overlook as Editor-in-Chief.

Last night I went to an event called Tech Cocktail. The purpose of the event is for internet savvy people with websites (ie, geeks) to network and basically trade business cards. I went to represent My Open Bar (plug, plug) with my editor (who up until last night I'd never met but is someone who surely knows how to have a good time).

Perhaps this had something to do with my drinking four pints of cider on an empty stomach, but no matter. We had a good time finally meeting one another (having worked together on the website since January), and I'm looking forward to having an even better time with all five MOB writers when we all meet for the first time on Wednesday.

I could go on, but I have to get back to editing this week's newsletter for the thousands of thirsty Chicagoans who read the site. However, I do promise to try to update more so y'all don't have to wait with bated breath for too long. Happenings to expound upon:

• a new French subleaser, Mylene, arrived today for the next two months.
• my two English pals and a New Orleans girlfriend (all flatmates together in Swansea, where we met) are visiting in June.
• I'm finally a real person. Well, one step closer at least.
  

More on all of the above later, but for now, some photos of the past several weeks:

An international birthday, L-->R: Daniel (German), me, Rob (just back from Japan), Andy, Helena (studied in France), David (Swedish), Jessica, and Michael (visiting from Germany), at a Swedish dinner for David's birthday. David came home with me for Easter weekend, which was great fun.

Chiditarod reunion: what do you get when you have blonde, brunette, redhead, and raven-haired beauties? One happy 6'7 guy.

Cute cousins: siblings Nathan (on left) and Seth (visiting for the weekend from Florida, on right) with me and Colin. As you can see, family resemblance isn't strong. At least we inherited the family smarts--or so we like to tell ourselves.

And there ends the photographic tour of April. Catch ya 'round.