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stick it... thursday morning edition

Cami Kaos

19 Jun 2008 — 1 min read

Once again this isn't the piece I was hoping to post...

I was out late with the fabulous Mr. Kaos, the indescribable Mr. Burrows and the heart stopping MissBurrows... We went to Ignite Portland 3, had a blast, met some wonderful people and then had Cuban food...

Good times.

So what can I say? What can I do to make up to you my sad and horrible lack of blog for today?

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Edited to Add

First and foremost I was completely remiss in not pointing out that the Cuban place we went to was Pambiche which the lovely Martin Kelly introduced Mr. Kaos and I to. I told our dinner companions that 16 trillion times but neglected to give him his due here on the internet... and like a good friend he yelled loudly about it!

Next a big ol HELLO to all the lovelies I met last night, a big IT WAS GREAT TO SEE YOU to those of you I'd met before and a NEXT TIME, I HOPE to those of you who I missed.

And Jo Beaufoix, even though you're half a world away, you were with us last night in spirit when Craig from toonlet mentioned that you'd made a kid that looked like CamiKaos...

I had such a great time at #ip3 that I could barely contain myself. Thanks to all the great people who worked so hard to bring it to us...

And now I'm considering a nap. xoxo

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