Joggers, snoggers and lots of bloggers

Tonight marks the first get-together of bloggers for the Times of Israel, present company included. I am one of many who will be participating, or should I say honoring, everyone with my presence, at Mike’s Place tonight, where I will eat, drink and be merry along with my other fellow bloggers.

As many as I can carry...

Despite the huge differences in age, location, overall eccentricities and talent there are two factors that unite all those attending:

1. We all write for The Times of Israel.
2. We all think that we write the best blog posts since Augusten Burroughs.

Some people who aren’t even bloggers have been given free passes to the event merely because they pose as staff at The Times of Israel. I mean, come on!

What are the criteria for coming, anyway? It seems like Elie Leshem, the event organizer and overall person in charge of Ops & Blogs at the Times, is willing to let anyone come if they show interest. I think he even invited his barber to come in a moment of ecstasy from his post Lag B’Omer shave.

Bald is beautiful (photo credit: courtesy Elie Leshem)

Other criteria to be able to attend includes:

• Showing support for Benji Lovitt’s chummus facials and his red sun-dress

• Giving Dave Bender a ride home to Efrat

• Providing Laura Ben-David with a coffee buzz

• Bringing a camera and photographing the event

• Paying your own booze tab (Elan Miller)

• Being blonde and from LA (Sarah Tuttle-Singer)

• If you aren’t a blogger, then you need to be something which rhymes with blogger, including: a jogger, snogger, frogger, or Praguer (someone who has been to Prague?).

• Bringing your harmonica and playing off-key (Ruti Eastman)

• Oh, let’s not forget that anyone who volunteers as a designated driver for any distance, no questions asked, is invited! I think that’s why Benji is coming with the guy who owns the makolet on his street.

See y’all later. Roll out the red carpet, Elie, but don’t tell anyone who it’s really for because it’s so obvious that it’s for me. Pamper the talent — that’s what they hired you for.