Where I pack a suitcase with party dresses & business cards & a journal & power strips. But this time, I am flying out to Nashville to Blissdom, with many thanks to the lovely folks that make the best underware in the universe, aka Jockey.
& I’m all shades of an excited, nervous, hot mess about it.
Which is, of course, RIDICULOUS. Because I have already done the hop-on-a-plane-&-go-meet-strangers thing. I not only survived it, but I effing ROCKED it. (case in point: I met The Bloggess & didn’t pee myself.) I had zero expectations of BlogHer & the people I would meet. But New York City & BlogHer? They set the bar pretty effing high. I made life-long friends. I was comfortable. Confident. I only spilled coffee on one unfortunate victim & only had one near-collision with someone off an elevator.
Thankfully, that someone was Ree Drummond & she was completely gracious about it.
What happens if I can’t pull it off with the same finesse in Nashville? What happens when I trip down the stairs? Or fart in my sleep? & I will probably do that thing where I talk way too much until I say something inappropriate, thus ostracizing myself from any conversation. Also, I feel such a need to simply be comfortable after months & months behind a stuffy desk, that all I dream of packing are jeans & boots & cardigans & tshirts. But I don’t want to be that schmuck that didn’t get the DRESS TO IMPRESS memo.
Biggest fear – what if I hold out my hand, smile, & say “Hey! I’m Beth Anne from Heir to Blair!” & people are like, “Who? What blog? Never heard of it.” & then they turn their backs to go hang out with someone infinitely more popular & cool. Which is silly because most bloggers are truly nice little nerds that all harbor the same fears.
So if y’all see a freakishly tall gal sitting in the corner looking like she’d rather puke & eat moldy squid than be friends, please come say “hi.”
p.s. this post brought to you by a complete emotional breakdown at seeing conversations regarding my 10-year high school reunion floating around Facebook today, thus triggering complete self-diagnosed PTSD over being the biggest nerd in school, convincing me that I will be the biggest nerd at Blissdom.
p.p.s. I’ve also had way too much caffeine this afternoon. zomg!