BlogHer is such a tease. Seriously.
It allows you to come to Chicago for 4 days to do things like:
perform the Thriller zombie dance for a crowd of people in a solo flash mob (which, you know, means I HAVE to have this shirt. I may even order this right after I hit publish)
wear a McDonald’s bag on your head
(shamelessly lifted from Metalia)
win a wii fit (sha-boo-ya)
receive my very first blog-husband proposal
overhear your roommate announce, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman”
eat cake in the shape of a unicorn (which, really, was all very Steel Magnolias, wasn’t it?) at what was, hands down, the best BlogHer party I have been to (thanks, MamaPop ladies)
eat at the Reagle Beagle. ohmigod. the Reagle Beagle. We NEED one of these in Toronto. or Atlanta. or Toronto.
have keynote speakers bring you to tears, the ugly cry kind and the peeing-in-your-pants laughing kind (lost tampons anyone?)
see the lovely Loralee become even more lovely.
help – and by help I really mean sit on my arse and eat swedish fish and other American delicacies – one of my favorite people Pleasant-ville herself up to win herself a trip to NYC.
watch Metalia wear her shirt as a dress and prance around singing songs about bags made out of Hanes t-shirts. She also does a mean song about celiac disease too.
wonder why people think Amalah is some sort of Islamic name, and how on earth someone could come to pronounce Alexa’s site as float-som
be an accessory to a fork, knife, and napkin theft (sorry, Ragu. No matter how I make it seem, it really was just an accident)
have a most excellent time hiding out at the awesome CheeseBurgHer party with some of the most excellent hosts (and you know, a slightly intoxicated but ridiculously hilarious Angella)
spend time with amazing, amazing people. PEOPLE I LOVE. (y’all know who you are)
accept the help from two very wonderful people who want to help with your oop-pay problem.
score a new DSi from the amazing Nintendo people on the top floor of the John Hancock building
take 3 of the best pictures to ever be taken EVER:
1. she was cute and she had a baby on her back
2. American Apparel. Fuck Yeah.
3. {insert YOUR caption here, please}
rest of my photos are on flickr, of course.
But, sigh, blerg, alas, BlogHer is just a big tease. I said it last year, and I’ll say it again this year. It just wasn’t enough. There were people I didn’t even get to meet (some who are practically going to be neighbors), some people who I didn’t get to meet until the end of the conference (I’m looking at you, miss chicky), and some people who I just didn’t get to spend enough time with (I’m looking at you, Heather and Mike, and oh, about 25 other people. well, actually, now that I think about it, we better make that 50)
I think the actual, you know, conferencing is getting in the way of the conference.