Maman Is On Facebook

Maman, aka "Big Carole" or "Bartender Dearest" (thank you Michael for this gem) is now on Facebook.

And she's not happy about it.

I can only assume one of her friends set up her account. She called me a few weeks ago to complain about it. First of all he posted a picture of her...with a drink in hand. An alcoholic beverage.

Horrors! Not the demon rum! She ranted like it was a picture depicting her in full Lee Remick "Days of Wine and Roses" debauchery. I had to explain to her that many people have worse pictures on their Facebook. A cocktail was nothing, I've seen porn on other people's sites.

Then worst of all, he posted her real age. He got in almost as most trouble as I did when I accidentally added a year to her real age. I think he's corrected it now, but it doesn't really matter. He is officially out of the will and now will have to depend totally on the royalties from his tell all book "Bartender Dearest" (Maman is the oldest bartender in Atlanta and will only serve you a drink if you act right at her bar, it's not a given that you will receive a libation just for patronizing the establishment). Stop by if you crave a good drink though, she serves it up Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday at Hong Li Lounge on Collier road. It's probably the best kept unrecognized gay bar/Chinese restaurant in Atlanta and I swear I won't make any cheap jokes about takeout, delivery, or if you pick up a trick there you'll be hungry again in an hour.

Ooops. Did it anyway. Still stop by, it's a great way to start an evening out.

Anyway, I did talk her down from the ledge. She was convinced that millions of people would now stalk her based on her Facebook profile. I did have to remind her this morning to at least finish her profile, it's a social networking site, not an anti-social site. So if you see her as my friend on Facebook, please do not ask for a friend request because she will freak out. She's up to five friends now, which actually I think is more than I have.

I'm not exactly the mistress of social networking. But I'm working on it. I find I'm no friendlier in cyberspace than I am in real life. I'm still frozen in "Second Life", unable to move my avatar anywhere or interact with others.

Nor am I doing any better in Twitter. Why the hell would any one care what I think from moment to moment? You better pray I don't sign up to update my Twitter from my phone, or you'll all find out how I suffer from road rage and all the ugly things I say to people from the safety of my car.

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