I met Heather Armstrong at SXSW in 2006. We were on a bus together coming back from the Interactive Festival’s kick off party. I was drunk and went up to Heather, her husband Jon and their friend Maggie and asked them where they were headed next. It was like the head of the chess team asking the football team if they could hang.
I got denied.
Also I was sloshed and possibly have video of Heather on a bus and me yelling “That’s Heather from Dooce!” so I’m sure those factors didn’t help sway the vote in my favor.
So yeah. Long story short, this lady is the shit. Proof in the picture.
June 3, 2009 at 12:32 am
Aww. I found your blog through a comment you left at dooce.com a few years ago and have been following ever since.
Now I feel like the weird chess kid….
June 3, 2009 at 12:10 pm
I don’t know how Heather feels about people following her, but I think it’s swell. Keep it up, chess kid!
: )