May 24, 2012 § 6 Comments
Pay attention: You’re about to find out how to get into a super-secret underground club.
If I ever open one, that is.
Yesterday, new visitors to the Blink found their way here in a variety of ways. Some clicked over from a post that was syndicated on BlogHer. (Hi, new friends.) One guy probably just sneezed on his keyboard and a random combination of keystrokes got him here. And some searched for other things but were, strangely, led here by Google.
The top three search terms that led to this site yesterday were:
- “Avett Brothers songs to say I miss you”
- “Plastic pool funny”
- “Sexy people”
It’s probably safe to say that searchers #1 and #2 found at least something they liked here. Searcher #3, my apologies – this is almost certainly not what you were after. (Unless it was? In which case: thank you.)
So anyway – one day, when I open an underground club, it will have a great bar and fabulous live music and a killer burger and 800 kinds of beer and some of those huge three-foot-tall bottles of champagne but not just for display because we WILL DRINK THOSE SUCKERS and a nail salon and lots of barstools and twinkly lights and votive candles that make everyone look awesome… AND the super-secret passwords to get in will be:
Avett Brothers Plastic Pool Sexy People
(All of which things, coincidentally, we will have at our opening party. North Carolina friends, one of you sweet-talk the Avetts into coming; I’ll bring the pool; and the lighting will turn us all into sexy people.)
You have to get it right, though. If you come to the door and say Smothers Brothers Plastic Teeth Sexy Bullfrogs, all bets are off. No dice, imposters.
So, be practicing.