Sunday after the Keith Urban concert we were sitting at PF Chang’s at Bridge Street in Huntsville enjoying a nice baby-free lunch on the patio. Bridge Street looked like a really nice place to shop. Too bad we had a two hour drive back home so we couldn’t spend much time there.
As we were eating, my husband looks at me and says, “So, do you ever read the blogs of random people who you’ve never met?”
To which I replied, “Sure, all the time. Why?”
“Because there’s one of the bloggers that I read right over there in the fountains.” he said.
Turns out Miss Zoot, a Huntsville based blogger, was visiting Bridge Street at the same time we were eating lunch. J has been a faithful reader and fan of hers for many years. And there she was, in the flesh, hanging out with her kids in the public fountain. She even blogged about her day.
My first reaction was “Oh, cool! Let’s go talk to her!” But then the more I thought about that, the less it seemed like a good idea. As a fellow blogger, I thought it would be really flattering to tell her how much my husband has enjoyed reading her blog over the years. But then I put myself in her shoes and thought about how odd it would be if that happened to me. I figured that might be a wee bit on the creepy side to be splashing around, having a blast with my kid in the fountains and have someone come up and go on about how much they knew about my life. It would be especially weird for someone to run up and ask to take photographs with me so that they could go back home and blog about it. And even WEIRDER to notice a stranger with a zoom lens snapping pictures of your family from behind the gigantic horse statue at PF Changs.
So we didn’t go over and introduce ourselves. And we didn’t take any photos of her for my blog. Instead we took pictures of the other view that we got to enjoy during our lunch:
Nothing like a good piece of ass to go with your lettuce wraps.
And on a nicer note, here was the fortune I received that day. Bodes well for my new old Facebook friends, no?
Anyway, back to the point of this entry…
I ask you… what would you have done? Would you have gone up and said something to the blogger in the fountains? Or would you have layed low like we did and then post about it later? On the flip side, how would you feel if someone walked up to you in a public place and said just how much they knew about your life, your kids, your interests?
I still can’t decide if it’s flattering or freaky.