Once upon a time, a Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash meant a drunken night at the Wynkoop. Which isn’t really all that different from drunken nights at other Denver bars, but for our purposes we’ll sort of pretend that the Wynkoop has some magical properties that make it special in a sort of “walking down memory lane” kind of way.

Which is why the latest party is going to take us back to our drunken blogging roots. That and the fact that there won’t be free booze or food this time around because who the hell wants to sponsor a bunch of drunken bloggers in this economy?

Let me know if you’ll be able to make it and I’ll update the list that doesn’t yet exist. Thanks to Steve Green for making me get off my butt and schedule a bash.

Steve Green
Because what is a party without our own, personal blogging James Bond-type figure?

Andy
Because he misses me. I’m pretty sure.

Matt and Beth
Which is good because somebody has to drive me home when I get all schnockered.

Off Colfax
Because he continues to believe that there might be a second unattended tray of shots in his future. Fear and hope, my friends.

Robin R.
And, hopefully, his wonderful wife, too.

SOICGM
Because we might need secret government intervention (and, conceivably, a bail-out if the bill gets too high.

Darren Copeland
Who has now, officially, had more weddings than I’ve had. Which is a pretty low number, I admit, but there’s something funny about it to me. So there.

Mr. Lady
Not that she’ll actually be there, but I promised that our Colorado Blogger At Large would always get listed on these things.

Wheels.
He might be there, although, frankly, the RMBB will always be a distant second to the Ukulele. Which just goes to prove that he doesn’t drink nearly enough.

Erika Napoletano
She’ll be The Redhead. Who is really careful with her words.

Charles and a Friend of Some Sort
Who is really kind of promiscuous in a blogging sort of sense. Charlie. Not the Friend of Some Sort. At least as far as I know.

Jed
Beware: his intentions are strictly dishonorable.

Bobert Hayes
Just don’t tell him that you noticed the secret man-crush he has on me.

Combs
And we all appreciate his willingness to sacrifice his liver for us. Kudos!

Stacy
Well, maybe. We hope. We want to hear how the wrestling tournament went.

Walter (and, if we’re really lucky, Mrs. In Denver
I have a feeling that the Libertarian will mostly be going around and telling people, “I told you so.”

Billlllllllll
Who seems to have recovered from his earlier damage--and yet still spells his name with an incredible excess of ells.