UnfoggeDCon

So, last weekend, I caught a Chinatown bus down to Washington DC to go to a bloggers' party. It's the first meet-up I've travelled any significant distance to make. There's something incontrovertible about taking a bus for four hours to see people one knows almost solely from online.

My gracious hosts:

the charming and all-around awesome Becks,
the kind and sexy Catherine,
the pugnacious, flirtacious (and surprisingly musical!) Spencer Ackerman,
the very bearded, bon vivant, and good-people Kriston Capps,
and the prolific, respected, but alas-unmet-by-this reporter Matthew Yslesias.

In Attendance:

The red-headed sign of the end time, the Apostropher,
The often-obscure and oblivious to rhythm Ben Wolfson (of whom I grow more fond),
The well-endowed and, surprising to me (I don't know why), bespectacled Bitch, BhD,
The very gentle and intelligent eb (who's looking for a place to rent in DC, if you can help him out),
The awesome, warm, singin' M. Leblanc,
The very fit and sane libertarian I read everyday, Jim Henley,
The fashionable and formidable Belle Waring,
The famously prolix John Holbo,
The surprisingly young and very nice Scott Eric Kaufman,
The dancin' machine Neil the Ethical Werewolf, who has the signal honor of having exposed his nipples to a Presidential candidate's wife (check the linked thread),
The Kant-nerd, patientest person on the web, and all-around awesome human being hilzoy,
The real-life libertarian and charmer Julian Sanchez,
The GITMO lawyer, eminently sane commenter, and warm and generous person CharleyCarp,
One jack mormon willing to pass along a CATO institute card to humor another, Will Wilkinson,
The very tall, very pseudonymous, very pre-tenured, and very blackmailable, Fontana Labs

There were lots of wonderful people without blogs in attendance:

Arthegall, to whom I apologize for having repeatedly confused with my high school friend (whom I really do see everywhere),
Sommer, who is just lovely,
Stanley, of the amazing Brigham Young beard,
Eekbeat, Stanley's universally acclaimed better half,
Chopper, of the home-cured bacon and 47-minute shaggy-dog jokes,
Sir Kraab, whom I wish I'd talked with more,
M/tch M/lls, who looked so surprisingly upstanding.

And now I'm sure I'm forgetting someone, or neglecting someone's website. That's what comments are for, people!

UPDATE: It appears that I have neglected the very charming, couch-stealing Matt Ficke, and the websites of Sommer and Stanley. Apologies to all!