So if you’re one of those strange, strange folks who happens to be a Twitter addict (as I am), you will understand the appeal of a “Tweetup.” That’s when you gather with the folks that you spend your day chatting with on Twitter and finally meet them IRL (in real life). Is it as pathetic as it sounds? Probably.
Well, those evil Twitter folks finally convinced me to try this scary social media networking deal. So slow down on your drunk Tweeting and bring your thumbs to Fergie’s Pub tonight. Is it also going to be the best Friday night ever? Probably, yes. And the fact that it coincides with the final show of The Dill Pickles can’t hurt either. So if you ever wanted to try your hand at stalking meeting Philly’s most prolific Twitterers, now’s a good time. We promise we won’t bite. A lot.
UPDATE: Photos from the event via Phillybits.
I really don’t understand what’s so creepy about a Tweetup.
Especially when it’s simple, just with folks in your own city/neighborhood.
People have been meeting in bars & cafes for ages and ages, and don’t necessarily find that weird.
These are people you know better than that already, so what’s the rub?
Try telling that to my non-Twitter friends :/ But it’s okay danya, because I’m pretty sure we only sacrifice someone every other Tweetup. And this week’s not my turn.
I remember when PG was Tweetup initiated… She hasn’t been the same since, but neither have I.
Caveat: We can only speak in 140 characters. I’ll bring my bean counter.
Drinking game! If you go over 140, you drink.
I’m so there. And so down. See you tonight tweeps!
This is gonna be funny.
Or fun. But probably funny as well.