Three

Has it really been three years? Saturday, October 17, 2009 will mark my third year in SL. When I signed up, I was one of those annoying newbs who show up and ask for directions to the nearest place to get rich.

Three years later and I'm still not a millionaire.

My life has been enriched by experiences I wouldn't have had any other way and in that sense, I consider my Second Life to be pretty successful. I've met all sorts of cool people from the farthest corners of the globe, dressed as tiny bunnies, tranny vampires and one annoying bulldog who'll do anything for an argument, as he wanders the grid chewing an old stogie while sporting his very fashionable KFC bucket hat.

I've been partnered twice, been involved with a few others, had drama, tears and a broken heart or two. I ran a semi-successful business for a while, spent way too much time parking my cute little pixelated butt on a brick wall, chatting up newbies and verbally bitch slapping the neighbors.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

These days, I'm still learning, still discovering and in many ways sometimes I still feel like a newb. In years past, I celebrated my rez day by donning my Godiva hair, hopping on my big black horse and riding him, nude, through Bear Infohub. I'd never do that now, it would violate the new terms of the L.L. T.O.S.

*cough*

So, in celebration of my rez day, Saturday night's discussion at the Second Slice Cafe  (6pm SLT) will be about what you expected to find in SL when you first signed on, be it riches, romance or adventure and how your experience differed from your expectations. Everyone's welcome, whether it's your first day or your 1200th. We'll hang out, chat and make some new friends while we listen to some oldies.

I hope to see you there, but for now, I need to go find my Godiva hair...