Last night’s activities ran the gamut from singing Christmas music in a tux in a church to getting drunk off Absolut Mandarins with cranberry juice in a gay bar and (just like two weeks ago) stumbing home drunk to Matt’s place. (Fortunately, this time I didn’t trip over anything or wake him up.)

The concert was terrific — one of our best ever. My parents, my brother, and his girlfriend came, my brother looking particularly dapper and J-Crewish. I’m always nervous about singing Christmas music in front of my family, especially the really religious stuff, since we’re Jewish, but they didn’t seem to mind.

Following the post-concert reception at the church, Matt and I changed out of our tuxes in the changing room, and then I left for the gay blogger meetup at Therapy. I tried to convince Matt to come, but he was exhausted, so I went alone and he went home.

When I first got to Therapy, I was confronted by crowds of beautiful gay men. I scoured the place high and low, looking for the bloggers, but I didn’t see any faces I recognized. I went back outside, called Jere, who was on his way over, and then went back in and checked the one part of the bar I hadn’t checked yet — and, lo and behold, I recognized Hot Toddy from his photographs. (Also, he was wearing a shirt that said “Hot Toddy” on it, which helped.)

I spent the next couple of hours meeting bloggers and drinking drinks. In addition to Toddy, I met Aaron, Patrick, Karen, The Executive, Watersea, and Michael. I also talked briefly with Byrne and MAK, both of whom I’d met before. There were a few others whom I either didn’t get to meet or whose blogs I can’t remember (I know that one of them was a Blogspot blog with a very long name).

One thing I learned last night is that it’s not good to go drinking when you’ve had no lunch that day and a very small dinner (namely, a plain, unaccompanied bagel and a small piece of cake). On top of the lack of food, the bartender made my drinks particularly strong. Just two drinks, and they went right to my head. (Half a Corona, too, which I wisely decided not to finish.)

Anyway, it’s always fun to meet new bloggers. I hope all the out-of-towners make it home okay, and I hope to see the local bloggers again soon.