This post took over 3 hours to write.

I've been pretty underwater for the last few months and I didn't even hear about the big 'Open Source Media' launch that happened in my city yesterday until just the day before. I called the organizer on the day of the event and asked if it was too late to RSVP. He assured me that it wasn't and that the party would be at the W Hotel at 6pm. 'Which W,' I asked since there are 5 or 6 throughout the city. 'The one on Lex', he said. There are 3 W's on Lex. 'The one with Wet Bar in it?' I asked, guessing the 40th street location. 'Yes!' he replied. Of course, no, that wasn't the one and I ended up walking up Lex in the rain, not at all bitter.

The first person I saw was Mr. Ace of Spades smoking cigarettes outside the place. That didn't seem promising. Not that Ace isn't generally smoking cigarettes wherever he is, just that there were free drinks and famous bloggers upstairs and smoking cut into drinking/shmoozing time.

We walk in to the party and the first person I run into is Evan Coyne Maloney, confirming that this party is the place to be because Evan is the harbinger of a good times. It was a little awkward because Ace has this huge crush on him but Evan took it all in stride.

Inside, it's like blogger-celebrity overload. I don't know where to start because there are all these familiar faces. So, I start where I always start- the bar. Let me just say that the booze at the party was really top notch. I can't remember the last time I was at an open bar event that had Grey Goose or Ketel One vodka. The OSM boys know what's up.

Here are some of my highlights of last night:

I've been a huge fan of Cathy Seipp since discovering her a million years ago in the NY Press. I always find her so refreshingly candid. She doesn't take any crap and she's not afraid to write what's on her mind. She also has this amazing daughter who is brilliant beyond her years. Anyway, here's a pic taken on my phone of Cathy+Me:

Cathy and I had a funny conversation with Andrew Breitbart and his beautiful wife, where Andrew was describing something and gave us the initials 'HF' to figure out what he meant. Apparently, this is an Andrew trick to avoid saying something dirty and I totally fell for it.

I saw Steve of Vodkapundit, who I had had the pleasure of meeting last year when I was in Colorado. Regular readers of my site know that I'm not a particularly mushy person but when Steve talks about his wife and his marriage, it makes me want to run out and get hitched. 'Best thing I ever did', he said while drinking his, uh, Merlot (well, he can't be perfect, can he). So cute.

A really cute couple in attendance was Steven I. Weiss and Rachel, who recently started a dance blog called Downtown Dancer. They invited me for Shabbot dinner and I told them my problem of finding a synagogue in Manhattan that isn't compulsively trying to marry off the young people.

One of the most amazing people I met last night was Lisa Vincent, who I've written about before here, the widow of journalist Steven Vincent who was murdered in Iraq. We talked for awhile at the party and then took a cab downtown together when we both had to go. Steven is buried at Greenwood cemetary in Brooklyn, where my grandmother and her sister are buried too, and Lisa and I made plans to go visit his grave.

I had some fun conversations with the blogger at Sense of Soot, who happens to live all of three blocks away from me. Small world.

I also met Pamela of Atlas Shrugs who was nice yet kind of intimidating and told me that I have good skin. I answered that I partied too much for that to be true and she told me it'll all show up when I'm older. So, you know, I've got that to look forward to. Pamela has some great pics here and here.

I also had a funny late, late night conversation (I actually left the party because I had to go Archives Listening Project and came back to the W around midnight with two of my hottie girlfriends, Lon and Mil, but everyone had apparently gone to bed) with Magnus, the tech guy for OSM. Funny Swede who refused to tell me the URL to his anonymously written blog. I'm pretty sure he gave me some clues to google but hell if I remember any of them, which I think might've been the intention.

Obviously, everyone there wanted to meet Glenn Reynolds. He was talking to Evan when I came over to introduce myself. It's been said before, but Glenn Reynolds is a man of men. While I'm just getting around to blogging at like 2pm because I woke up really hung-over after all that free Ketel One, Glenn has already blogged a week's worth of news, and, I believe, is traveling back to Tennessee. Also, while I'm a big fan of myself, I realize I'm a virtual nobody in the blogosphere. My thousand or so hits a day is what Glenn gets in around 10 minutes. And he actually knew my site, which is unbelievable and just proves how much he is able to store in that big brain of his. Evan was saying that he sees Glenn as a bellwether of American politics, since he's not a partisan and seems to call things as he sees them. I noted that I love him and my super liberal 'friend' loves him so I can see Evan's comment being quite true. During the conversation, Glenn said to me 'you know, I hope you don't mind me saying so but you're a lot younger and cuter than I thought you be.' I took it as a great compliment (Instapundit thinks I'm young and cute! Instapundit thinks I'm young and cute!) but it did get me thinking that conservatism is just so often associated with stodginess. I try to mix it up by throwing in hip-hop or debaucherous tales from previous nights, but I still come off as old. Even more alarmingly, I seemingly come off as not cute. How does one fix that?

I very excitedly met Charles Johnson and got to see Roger Simon who I had had the pleasure of meeting during the RNC convention last summer.

I saw two of my favorite DC boys, Kevin of Wizbang and Mike Krempasky. It was unfortunate that they couldn't stay in NY longer, those two are always a good time.

Tim Blair is beyond hilarious. I'm pretty sure I just giggled the entire time we talked. He's in NY for the next few days and then going on some cross-country expedition so bribe him into meeting you for drinks and be ready to laugh your ass off.

I briefly met Stephen Spruiell of National Review's Media Blog and he promised to invite me to future NR poker games since this guy has been totally slacking on the invite.

There's a pic of me with LaShawn Barber, Cathy Seipp, Astute Blogger and Asher Abrams over here.

I also got to see some of my favorite NY bloggers some of whom have varying wrap-ups of their own:

Young Curmudgeon here, here, here and here.

Kesher Talk

Brain Terminal

Urban Grind

And some who don't:

An Unamplified Voice

Cake or Death?

Englishman in NY

Exit Zero

UPDATE: I totally forgot to note that Allahpundit is a big loser for not showing up because so many people mentioned him and wondered if he'd be there. Boooo Allah, boooo.