I'm still giddy after the first ever Blogger Appreciation Night. Liberty Frozen Custard could barely contain . . . our enthusiasm. BlogRock, StyleGuru, and newly crowned BlogCheer were all on hand to enjoy the best custard ever, take home valuable Hamlinernalia, and revel in the wonder of a world that created frozen custard AND college.
StyleGuru and BlogCheer show off their valuable prizes.
Erics and I can hardly believe we each have a bowl of Magic Cookie Bar each to ourselves: it's what heaven must be like.
Even the cute Mormon missionaries stopped by to wish the blogger well.
Prizes were little jewels of Hamline goodness.
The main attraction: the creamy, crunchy, plenty-to-chew perfection of Magic Cookie Bar.
Oh, and how dedicated a blogger am I? BossOfMe was unable to attend the festivities, so she stopped by our house later in the evening, where she was gifted with the coveted Hamline refrigerator magnet AND Magic Cookie Bar handpacked just for her.
5 comments:
Sorry I couldn't join the fun! I'm still in single dad mode until tonight, and I didn't want to leave Hudson cooped up all evening. Looks like everyone had a great time!
I am having a fantastic Tuesday. I think it's because I have Magic in me. Thanks, Scott!
I'm sorry we didn't stop by-Dancing With the Stars is my new obsession on Monday's at 8. And after my returning a pint of frozen custard last Saturday night because it looked like someone ate some of it, I didn't know if I'd get the boot.
Prior to 10/8, I had only actually tasted the Magic once. It was a lovely gift from the Blogger, having appeared magically in my freezer, just as Magic might. It wasn't first-day-fresh Magic, but I fell in love, nonetheless.
Then, due to some catastrophic lapse in managerial judgment, Liberty didn't offer Magic Cookie Bar at all during September. Not even once. It started to seem mythic and unreal - a little like Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster, or Cheney's heart, or Bush's br--- . . .
sorry about my fanstasies. . .
Anyway, about seven minutes after the Blogger and His Rock left LC, I was at their house with a spoon in my hand, snarfing Magic Cookie Bar directly from the tub they'd brought home for me. Day-one fresh, perfect Magic Cookie Bar.
And I have to say, just like they do for the reveal of all the home makeover shows on HGTV, Oh My God.
I swoon at the memory.
It's good enough to get me up out of bed, hiking all the way to the freezer for more.
And more.
More.
This is a value-added blog if I ever saw one. I am powerless over MCB and it's made my life unmanagable. But in a bliss-ninny way, you know?
Fortunately for you, and me, all the rest of The People, this story appeared in the NY Times today.
http://tinyurl.com/yw3oen
The abstract would read something like this, in case you don't have time for the full report: Magic Cookie Bar is an essential nutrient in any well-balanced diet. Scientists have determined the RDA for MCB to be a minimum of four ounces, and for stressed-out adults, 6-8 ounces is not unreasonable.
Really.
PS
Ian McKellan was good too.
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