and this is the second time i've had this dream

Dinner in London with everyone whose blog I read, regardless of whether or not I've met them.

At the coolest table, the Blogspot contingent, including but not limited to myself, Phil, Becci, Sarah, Chris, Rachel and Stacey.

The rowdiest table is the LiveJournal crew, Tim, Gaz, Sam, Mefiant, Robby, Philippa and Emilie.

The table by the window consists of those who blog on their MSN spaces, namely Martin and the other Chris.

The smallest table is that of the Xanga bloggers, seating Esther and an unspeakable amount of gin and Nutella coated treats. Such as my hand.

The table getting through the most alcohol is reserved for those who have their own websites, that is, those who actually put some technical clout behind their blogging efforts. On this table, interestingly enough, we have Dooce, Reallivepreacher and Rich D. Dooce is getting Rich to shoot tequila, while RLP eats obscene amounts of chilli peppers.

Eventually, the MSN table get bored and join forces with Xanga, whereupon Est corrupts them both in unimaginable ways.

The Livejournal table is home to some genuinely thrilling debate. And by that, I mean Tim's causing trouble. The rest of the Geology crew have snuck in under the table and are looking jealously over to where Est and the MSN boys are starting some kind of rave in the corner.

Over at the Blogspot table, Stacey and Chris have fired up a couple of joints and are blazing away like old friends, I'm getting girly about Sarah's wedding, and Rachel and Becci are having an intense conversation behind their menus.

Meanwhile, Phil's attempting to rescue his brother from the clutches of these irresponsible American blog-fiends, the Livejournal table has erupted into some kind of political riot in which Emilie is biting people's ankles and the entire Geology crew have been arrested with Est for offences unknown.

This is what I think it would be like.

And it's so much more fun than just updating my links section.