I want to write a quick "what happened at BlogHer" post and I think that a bulletted list will be adequate for now. I will get deep about a few things but that will occur later. Because I'm fucking tired.
- My roommates Sue and Fadra are amazing bitches who made me feel included. It felt like we had all known each other for years instead of just, well, minutes.
- Speaking of being comfortable with each other, the first time I met Fadra I was in my skivvies and she asked if she could hug me. I fucking love you, Fay-dra.
- Restaurants in New York are worth the money so shut the fuck up about the price of shit.
- I never got tired of talking about my hair to random people in the elevator.
- My hair, by the way, was how most of my online friends found me in the massive crowds. Without it I would have blended in which would have been totally lame.
- I met everyone that I wanted to meet.
- I walked through Times Square a few times but never at night. Tourist fail.
- In fact, I didn't do any sight-seeing. I walked alone to Central Park but got to the entrance and turned around so I wouldn't get lost.
- I bought souvenirs for everyone but myself.
- I met and became fast friends with Melysa who officially kicks major ass.
- BarHer was a huge success. So huge, in fact, that fucking MaryMac even showed up. And almost fell out of a window while dancing with the co-hostess with the biggest and sexiest hair Melissa.
- I don't think I learned how to be a better writer or blogger but the two sessions I attended were hilarious.
- I drank a $15 cocktail at the hotel bar.
- I stained the shower curtain in our hotel room's bathroom with my hair dye.
- I ordered a $20 plate of French fries from room service. Yes I did. At 2am. And I didn't share.
- I wore my flip flops at BarHer. My heels are raw and blistered from the poor choice of footwear that I packed and my feet needed a break.
- JEGGINGS.
- There were moments when I felt lonely but I have no one to blame but myself.
- Mother fucking Sparklecorn. I was beckoned onto the dance floor by none other than Shauna Glenn. I am a huge fan of her writing and that bitch actually lives close to me. I'm thinking that I will tweet her til she agrees to have drinks with me. Or something else less creepy.
- I snagged my very own Shut Your Whore Mouth shirt from Aunt Becky. We are BFF now.
- I actually handed out my business card and talked to people I didn't know.
- I am pretty sure that I said mean things about Adam's ex-wife when I saw him at CheeseburgHer.
- Did I mention that I drank A LOT?
- I hugged Gavin DeGraw. I have yet to track down a photo of it but it totally happened.
- New York is better than Dallas.
- I received some groovy swag but some of you lucky bitches got blu-ray players and jeans and I'm not even jealous.
So that's a really fucking lame run-down of my weekend. Basically it was a vodka fueled friendship happy fest that I would be stupid if I didn't do again next year.
Unless I get pregnant. I won't go to BlogHer if I'm preggers. It's just not fair.
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Fun post - sounds like you had an amazing time.
I wanna go!
Exactly why I didn't go to BlogHer this year, totally being preggos and this conference don't mix.
I didn't want to give birth during a key note speaker anyway, that would have just been plain mean, upstaging at all ;)
Glad you had fun, Lauren. I'm not jealous at all (cough...$itch...)
I really want to go to BlogHer next year. I heard it was in San Diego which isn't far from AZ! :)
How fun, I hope you are recovering nicely.
I'm so glad I met you! And yes, your hair color was a HUGE help!
REALLY? I had the best time EVAR. Even though I'm totally mad that I didn't go to BarHer. Although I'm pretty sure I ran into YOU (memory is a little hazy thru the film of jager bombs in the lobby bar. Don't ask)
So in 2000, I stayed in that hotel for the Children's Defense Fund's annual conference and I was starstruck by the fucking STREET SIGNS. I walked over to Central Park and I was all (In my head because I didn't want to make myself MORE conspicuous by muttering to myself.) "I'm in Central Park. I'm in Central Park. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw because I AM IN CENTRAL PARK!"
It was pretty exciting.
But I was so afraid of getting lost, I would walk in sort of a spiral pattern around the hotel, thinking the whole time, "the hotel is x blocks that way and y blocks that way." I got dizzy, but I always found my way back.
I'm tickled to death that you had a good time! Totally bummed you didn't make out with Flat Adrienne, but I hear there is a second chance coming. You know how I love the tattooing folk!
I don't know if I would have found you without the hair.
And having spent 24 hours in Dallas and 72 hours in NYC, hell yeah, New York is better.
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also? we rocked blogher with THE BEST party. EVER. well, ok. i'm going too far perhaps. but it was awesome.
i loved meeting and hanging with you! i can't wait until next year!
xo
My roommate was pregnant a BlogHer. Actually this is her second pregnant BlogHer. Just do it!
Also, where do I get a "Shut Your Whore Mouth" t-shirt?
Also, I am so glad I got to talk to you. You kind of made my day, and I had already been to Sparklecorn which rocked my entire world.
You're a sexy ass bitch, duder.
I grew up in NY and I could not agree with you more. I cannot wait to get back there, NYC rocks people!!!!
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