What to say bout BlogHer?
It sucked and then I cried.
I’m just kidding. BlogHer did not suck. Much. There were an abundance of non-sucky moments, but ultimately I was left wanting more. I wanted more time to learn, more time to have fun and more time to meet people. Two days just didn’t seem like enough.
BlogHer is exhausting. It’s exhilarating and a little bit intimidating, but once you get that first drink in you, you’ve ingested all the courage you need to approach your first non-friend who is soon to be your new friend. I wish I’d had more of that.
I met the most interesting people during breakfast or lunch and while standing in line to enter parties. I was also able to meet nearly all the people I had hoped to meet upon arriving in Chicago; Amelia, Colleen and even The Queen of Spain.
And of course there’s Meg. Lovely Meg who’s not above groping another woman. Our first face-to-face meeting didn’t quite go as planned what with Obama holding her up at the airport. I think each of us had pictured this fantastic greeting in which we’d hug and cry but she entered the room while I was on the phone with Nathan, trying to figure out how to hook up my Airport Express. “Meg’s here! Meg’s here!” I cried and tried to end the call but he was all, “Wait, I have IP addresses for you!” so I wound up giving her one-armed hug while holding the phone to my ear. Total friend fail.
So yeah, Internet access was spotty in places, especially in the breakout sessions. Speaking of which, the sessions tended to be very crowded and hard to sit through if you weren’t able snag a chair. Some people were happy to sit on the floor and I was happy to let them. They were either younger than me or had better knees than I do so I’m not going to be ashamed of my lack of chivalry.
I did learn a lot during this conference. It felt like a trial by fire and Meg, Amy and I are already planning our strategy for next year should we choose to go. I really would like to go again and I can’t imagine having to wait an entire year to see these people again. It’s a good thing we have the internet to keep us close to one another.
I have many more thoughts on the conference itself, but this post has already taken the better part of my day and I haven’t even started doing my laundry yet. If you were at BlogHer, I hope your experience was a memorable one. If not, I give you a list of the highlights and lowlights as seen through my eyes.
Most useful accessory: By far my Asus Eee PC. I bought this thing shortly before the conference and was so glad I did. It was small enough to carry around in my camera bag, which saved me having to carry an extra bag throughout the hotel. Since tables at the sessions weren’t always guaranteed, I sometimes had to take notes with the computer on my lap. And as someone who has very little lap to begin with, a netbook was the perfect size for me.
Least useful accessory: Pretty much everything I thought I needed for the parties. I packed nearly every pair of shoes I own and wound up wearing my Keen sandals most of the time. I did dress up in a nice blouse and skirt the first evening I was there, but by Sunday I had given up on all attempts to look presentable and walked around Chicago sans makeup and with a headband in my hair.
And about this whole BlogHer wardrobe thing? If dressing up is what you do and what you enjoy, by all means bring your party clothes with you. If the last time you dressed up was for a funeral or a wedding, you might be more comfortable just being you. It’s true when they say no one cares what you wear at this conference and it just might save you from having to buy a pair of Spanx.
Best phone call from home: Amy answering a call from her husband with the greeting of “Hi, sexy!” only to hear her daughter’s voice on the other end.
Worst phone call to home: Sunday morning’s call to Nathan and Autumn and hearing Autumn’s sad little voice say, “I miss you, Mommy.” She cried, I cried and it really killed the rest of my day.
Most regretted missed photo op: Getting a picture with Backpacking Dad. Seriously, have you seen this man? The first time I caught a glimpse of him at the conference was in one of the breakout sessions. Meg was in another session and I sent her a frantic DM over Twitter. “Backpacking Dad is in here. He looks like Orlando Bloom only cuter!” But really, Backpacking Dad is cuter than everyone, which is why I ultimately chickened out and never approached him. I did, however, get my photo taken with the giant bottle of Ragu made entirely out of vegetables.
Least regretted missed photo op: Getting snapped with the All Laundry Fairy. There was something appealing about him, but I think it may have been that he was basking in the aura of clean clothes and promises of a chance to win laundry service for a year.
Best display of environmental consciousness: PepsiCo set up several stations throughout the hotel and expo floor to recycle bottles, cans and chip bags. To see what they do with the chip bags, check out Terracycle project. Target is currently carrying their folders and pencil cases.
Worst display of environmental consciousness: Our $5.35 cab ride from Navy Pier to Giardano’s. In our defense, they looked a lot farther apart on the map.
Best elevator encounter: Meeting Corvida from She Geeks just before attending her Social Media, Syndication and Stats session. This young woman is amazing and is definitely someone to watch over the next few years. I’ve been subscribed to her blog for a while and she has tipped me off to some great stuff.
Worst elevator encounter: Amy and the psychiatrist who had some not-so-nice things to say about bloggers. That’s her story, though, and I hope she tells it.
Celebrity appearance I was most excited about: Paula Deen. I can’t stand to cook half her recipes, but gosh darn it she’s just so charming I had to hear that drawl in person. It turns out she was also tardy and I missed the chance to snap some pictures of her before heading to the next breakout session.
Celebrity appearance I was least excited about: It was a tie between Carson Kressley and Tim Gunn. If Carson was going to tell me how to look good in pictures, Tim was going to tell me how I didn’t look good in anything. I skipped them both.
Most successful attempt at looking cool: Sitting in the hotel lobby with my netbook while the woman across from me with a Macbook Pro in her lap expressed computer envy.
Least successful attempt at looking cool: Trying to walk the red carpet at the Lucky Strike and posing with a cardboard cutout of Heidi Klum. I was wearing a pink feather boa. It wasn’t pretty.
Best quintessential BlogHer moment: catching the hotel security guard pocket a cheeseburger while issuing a warning to Lindsay Ferrier that the CheezeburgHer party will be shut down if they don’t lower the decibel level.
Worst quintessential BlogHer moment: Walking into the elevator and nearly stepping into some vomit.
Best way to stay up when you’re completely exhausted: Having an impromptu slumber party with Meg. We were both so wiped from our day but couldn’t stop talking. I finally had to say, “I’m having a little trouble keeping my eyes open,” but we still couldn’t shut up.
Worst way to stay up when you’re completely exhausted: Fishing your makeup out of the toilet because you placed your bag on top of an unsteady pile of swag on the bathroom counter at home. The resulting “swagalanche” cost me a brand new compact of Physician’s Formula pressed powder, dammit.
And finally, a few random bests without any worsts:
Best Community Keynote reading: Black Hockey Jesus reading “5.” It made me cry and I’m so sad he has decided to quit blogging. I just found him.
Best memory: JD of I Do Things… reciting her faked concussion post from memory at the Community Keynote.
Best unnecessary display of celebrity shyness: The girl who asked me if the guy standing ten feet to our left at BowlHer was Chris Mann. Having seen him at the People’s Party on Friday, I did confirm it was indeed Chris Mann and then asked, “Who is he anyway? Is he famous?” The girl didn’t seem to know how to answer that so I added “Or is he internet famous?” Apparently he’s a musician and he tweets a lot, which I guess makes him Twitter famous but not on an Ashton Kutcher scale.
Best bag for swag: The Hanes t-shirt bag. Trying to push objects through the neck hole was challenging at times, but it’s sure to be a conversation starter if I ever venture outside the house with it. Which I probably won’t.
The best swag: I heard the SocialLuxe lounge gave out a great swag bag complete with a Kodak video camera, but the vibrators in the Room 704 bags were quite the hit. I did not get one and am just now starting to feel the bitterness sinking in.
Best public display of affection: Autumn’s greeting for me when I walked through the door. She ran down the stairs shouting “Mommy! Mommy!” and practically leaped into my arms. She wouldn’t let me go and kept looking at me like, “You’re really here!”
Yes, I am really here.
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