Ok, it wasn’t an entire day of fun, more like a few hours in the afternoon when he had finished work, but The Bloke and I finally met my bloggy friend Steve (from Steve Says) in Aberdeen today.
We locked eyes across the seating area outside the cinema and embraced like old friends. There was music in the air (the local Chiquito’s must have sensed how momentous the occasion was as it was blasting out some 1960’s Motown), the seagulls were squawking the songs of their people, and the wind had dropped from the force ten gales we had experienced the day before to a nice breeze. It was beautiful, it was emotional.
Actually, I had been quietly bricking myself all morning. I’ve known Steve for several years – there isn’t usually a week that goes by that I don’t speak to him on Twitter or via the blog comments, and I listen to his radio show every Saturday (that is, when he’s not abandoning his listeners to go and watch the Eurovision final – how selfish of him). He’s unwittingly supported me through some tough times, we have a scary amount of stuff in common and I value his friendship. The thing is, I’ve met online friends in person before, and even though it has always been a hugely positive experience, I always arrive with a paranoia that they are going to be left with the disappointment that I don’t meet their expectations.
I needn’t have worried. Steve was immediately easy to talk to, and after initial introductions he led The Bloke and I to a funfair, complete with a roller coaster and a rather ominous-looking wheel thing. It was closed, so we went for a long walk down the beach, stopping off to go on the swings (my reasoning was that if the rides at the funfair weren’t open, we should make our own fun), and then stopping again to wash the tonne of rust that they left on our hands. Totally worth it.
Eventually (or should that be, inevitably), after walking round the old and rather eccentrically (in a really sweet way) decorated cottages at the end of the beach, we ended up in a bar with a glass of wine (him), a cider (me), a lemonade (The Bloke) and easy conversation. We were joined by his lovely partner, Greg, and I was genuinely gutted how quickly the time passed. Unfortunately, The Bloke and I are travelling home at ridiculous o’clock tomorrow, so we had to leave earlier than I would have liked in order to get back to the cottage and pack.
What an awesome day, and a great end to a truly amazing week…
However, I’ll be seeing him in a few weeks in London at the Bloggers Bash, so we’ll hopefully have a bit more time to get some drinks in and talk nonsense at each other, and with everyone else attending too!!!