I’m about to get really annoying.
Like…the most annoying I’ve ever been in my entire life, dwarfing that period of blogging where I DIDN’T SAY NO TO ANY GIVEAWAY & then had my mental & emotional breakdown. What? Dudes, I am so well-aware of how obnoxious I was. At least you could escape by clicking the big red “X” at the top of your screen. I HAD TO LIVE WITH MYSELF. I simply give you kudos for sticking with me through that hot mess.
Anyway.
I’m about to talk about Blogher ’10. & you’ll have one of these reactions:
- NYC 4evah!!
- SHUT THE FLYING F*CK UP ABOUT BLOGHER ALREADY.
- Please, dear God, do not let me run into you in New York.
- I AM SO JEALOUS I WANT TO CLAW YOUR EYES OUT.
- How the hell did you get a sponsor?
In 9 days, I’ll be flying to New York City for Blogher. Seriously, I cannot even exude the awesomeness that is that sentence. I’m flying to New York, where I will spend 3 1/2 days surrounded by women (& some men) that share the same passion for being an attention whore, aka blogging. I’ll meet some of the amazing people I’ve been blogging & tweeting with for the past two years. I’m running in a charity 5K while wearing a tutu. I’ll probably trip a lot, get lost, & turn into a Bloggess Groupie that can’t put two words together in her presence. & then come home to write about how I managed to spill coffee down my dress right before I met with the Martha Stewart folks.
& I’m blessed to have it completely sponsored by two amazing, generous companies that for some reason, have also stuck it out with me: Jockey & Nutrisystem.
I’m flattered. I’m in awe. I’m so excited. I’m unworthy. I’m nervous. I’m so many emotions wrapped up into one person over the next week & a half that I have to stop & remind myself to just breathe before I get steamrolled into a pile of Blogher mush. I’m not packed. I have no idea what I’m going to wear, how I’m going to make all the parties, or even if I have to pay to check luggage on my flight. I do know that I’m going to laugh. A lot. & learn even more. & probably drink champagne (don’t worry, it’s okay’ed by the doctor). I’m going to need a pedicure & a new laptop battery & to remember to pack my running shoes. I know I’m going to make a fool out of myself while meeting friends that will last a lifetime.
& I’m so excited.
