So here are some thoughts that woke me at 6 am one morning during the conference.
They are of course bullet-pointed for her pleasure:
- It’s amazing the random conversations that will spontaneously occur when the majority of a hotel knows that it is there for the same thing. So to all the women I spoke with in hallways, elevators and meeting rooms about things like whatever I happened to be carrying at the time, whether or not I had a jacket (you are going to be cold honey) or “OMG, how scary is that stairwell?”: Thank You. It really helps the nerves to have strangers be so nice.
- Next time I heed the LAYER warnings more closelier and loosen up about the COCKTAIL phrasing. It was EFFING COLD, that weather is TEXAS WINTER. I am so glad I brought my trench because I wore it, A LOT.
- I am still uncouth when it comes to a celebrity sighting.
- I love my roomies, though 4 girls in one room with all their swag + trying to get ready is ultimate CHAOS deathmatch. I spent a lot of time getting dressed in the closet to spare them my commando’d ass.
- I didn’t meet near as many new people as I thought I would.
- I cried A LOT MORE than I thought I would.
- I did things I never thought I would. Namely, recording a piece about what respect means to me, that will be broadcast on a NATIONAL website. HOLY SHIT, Y’ALL. I blame Katie, my partner in crime.
- I didn’t even crack the debit card except for one small trip to Lush with Kristie for face soap. It was to the point that Willy was checking the bank account and wondering if I was eating. FOR REAL.
- I didn’t take as many pics as I thought (but y’all knew that already) everyone already had their cameras out, I was talking or listening…I’m kind of bummed though. I just hope everyone isn’t going to mind me stealing from them. I want those pics too.
- I didn’t dance on a table or a pole or a bar. I did dance. I hoochied it up a bit. I also dorked it up a bit too. I posed for insanely dorky ass pictures with people I don’t know. I have no idea where they will end up.
- My tramp stamp is on the internet (not in my site people) and it makes me laugh.
- Five star, it’s not just a notebook anymore.
- Lesbian bars are just not the same as Gay Bars. BRING ON THE GAYS.
- Don’t give Bat Shit Crazy the microphone.
- As a follow-up, don’t give it to SOCIALLY CLUELESS either.
- Laughing is good for the soul.
- I missed my husband. A lot a lot. Hugging him when I got off the plane was the BEST THING EVER.
- The elevators in the hotel are EFFING EVIL. I dreaded each and every time of getting in those damn things and would splay myself against the wall at every opportunity. Oh, did I mention, they are GLASS and on the OUTSIDE of the building? Oh and that they fucking ROCKET everywhere they go? I am so glad I never got drunk.
- Some things turned out to be a lot less organized than I expected.
- You know your conference provided a lot of swag when you have to give up your BlogHer bag so that Sarah has a chance in hell of making it home on her train. Poor thing was so loaded down, we didn’t think she was going to make it!
- I am moving to San Francisco. NOT EVEN KIDDING. I am totally in love with the area I stayed in on Sunday night with Jennie after the conference. IN LOVE. Where have you been all my life, I never knew it could be this way between us, IN LOVE.
So I’m back to the real world of chores, dogs and being home alone (the sprog is with his dad right now) and it sucks. I miss having 3 women to talk to every morning about the days events, current feelings or to freak out in the middle of the night while searching out phantom cell phone noises. I only hope that our friendships continue to grow and that the other wonderful women (you hopefully know who you are) will feel the same way too.
Pictures are in flickr, I have a few more to put up there, and I’ll actually post about them tomorrow-ish.
















