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I have this friend who is going to be spending a week in Philly soon, for the national NEA convention. I wanted to recommend a few good restaurants for her to try while she was there. She needs to kick back in the evening, as they work their tails off during the day.
So, I did what any self-respecting, Internet-addicted, Progressive Democrat would do in that situation:
I emailed Atrios for his suggestions on restaurants there. After all, the man lives in Center City and all.
Now, as soon as the email went out, I had second thoughts. After all, this is Atrios we are talking about here. Mover, shaker, bon vivant, man about town, advisor to kings and presidents, knaves and fools. Would he have time for me? Would he cop a moody and tell me to go intercourse myself and stop bothering him? Would Lord Kos even allow him to suggest some boites? Would he get...SHRILL??!!
Truthfully, I was worried that I had taken too many liberties. My experience is that the noted and notorious are different from you and me: they're a lot weirder. A lot less patience with the rabble.
About...ohhhh...30 minutes passed. "Bing" goes Thunderbird and there it is: A Guide to Fine and Fashionable Philly Dining with an Edge by The Good Doctor Atrios. Clear, concise, immensely helpful and sure to give my friend tons of ideas for good times while in Philly.
Me? I was flat gobsmacked.
It's at times like that I thank my lucky stars for the progressive community, even without the politics. The A-Man did not have to take the time to respond. He could easily have shit-canned my email, but instead he came up with a list of sheer gold.
Damn, I loves me some Big Sweaty Lunk right now. Thanks, Duncan. Forsooth, you da' man.
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