Last week I attended a tweetup in Oklahoma City at a very nice restaurant named Rococo's . I will ask you to @ this to anyone who you may know in these photos!
A tweetup is when a bunch of your "tweeps" from @Twitter meet up and see the people behind the avatars. Now, I'm very comfortable expressing myself online. I am not comfortable in groups such as this, I discovered. No matter how well I "know" some of these people, I was still in a group of people in a restaurant. Nope, I escaped to class. My social anxiety and shyness kicked in and I couldn't leave fast enough. I'm so much cooler online....
I took a whole 23 pictures at the tweetup. Its funny how well I know a few of these people, and they me. Some of them have been on my page for over a year now!
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. ~Henri Nouwen