This is drafted post numero dos about BlogHer.  You might not ever even see this.  I might end up with BlogHer Post v76.0.  I’m having a ton of trouble coming up with a way to tell you about it that makes sense.  That conveys my actual feelings. 

That tells you about all the idiotic things I did, like light my hair on fire, getting myself told off by a homeless man, allowing another homeless man lead me on a wild goose chase for an ATM (HI Meghan, JUST WALK AWAY), stealing dirt from Guy Kawasaki, getting lost leaving Macy’s (WHO does that?), but that also appropriately explains to you how AWESOME it was.

So, I’ll just start with some of the fun stuff and then I’ll get all sappy (not Mooshy, I’ll get to her in a minute)…

  • I set my hair on fire the FIRST night.  I leaned over to take a picture with Amy in Ohio, at the bar no less (go figure), and my hair fell into a candle.  No harm, no foul.  Except for the stench of burnt hair that followed me around for the rest of the night.  Now THAT was foul.
  • I had many a run in with homeless men.  Jennifer and Bri were with me when we got bitched out by one.  Apparently we’re worthless whore bitches. Which is really too bad for Bri, because she didn’t know Jennifer or I before Saturday and there she was being lumped in with us.  Poor Bri.
  • I almost wet myself at dinner at Scala’s on Friday night.  Scala’s is a bit of a classy joint and I’m sure that they’re regretting letting a bunch of crazy (semi)-drunk Blogger women into their restaurant.  It was after the event at Ruby Skye, which is funny because that was by are the best food we’d had.  Anyhoo, it was the usual suspects, Amy, Susan (and a friend of hers), Shannanb, Casey, Jennifer, Jenniferand me.  We were having a lovely conversation about Mormon sex (don’t ask) when Casey said something about Hasidic Jew sex (don’t ask, cause I can’t remember the specifics) that just sent me over the edge.  I laughed so hard I cried.  If you care to see what that looks like, you can go here.  I guess you had to be there, but trust me it was FUNNY.
  • I “stole” a bag of dirt from Guy Kawasaki’s house.  (I plan on giving it away on the Great AllMediocre Giveaway of ‘08)  Although I use the term “stole” very loosely, because Guy himself was in full support of my antics and even autographed the bag.  I got a lot of strange looks as the dirt was being scooped.  Some people just don’t get me. 
  • It was like college again, when, on the final night, we partied in our room until 2am after the Cheeseburger Party  got busted.  (Yes, you read that correctly)  It was actually kismet because we ran into the world famous Heather & MikeSpohr in the elevator and they joined Headless Mom, Andrea and I back in our room for wine.  Eventually Casey & Kim found their way to us too. 
  • I got to meet other awesome ladies as well.  JCK, MerlotMom, Mama Ginger Tree, Lara, Jenny, Debba, Pat, Gudrun, Stefanie, Loralee, Mrs. Flinger, Kellan, OHMommy and Christine.

So now we’ll move onto the other part of BlogHer.  Aside from the crazy stories that I’m not tiring of telling, but I’m sure my friends & family are sick of hearing, there was this whole other aspect to it.  I’m sure you’ve heard horror stories, and you’ve heard about people who didn’t have a good time, and you’ve heard about people who felt left out, hell, someone even created a freakin’ website about it.

BUT, that was NOT AT ALL the experience I had.  Not one time did I feel ostracized, on the outs, unwelcome or any other form of uncomfortable.  It sounds stupid, but the entire weekend was one big freakin’ Sisterhood of the Traveling Bloggers for me.  I made friends that I have NO DOUBT I will be connected to for YEARS to come.  I made connections with people that I’ve “known” online for months.  I put faces to names.  I put voices to the words I read.  I made FRIENDS.  I made connections with people.  I felt welcomed.  It was amazing.  And inspiring. 

And the part that blew me away?!  The part I’m still reeling from?!  Is the fact that several people have said that they want to leave Alltop to come back to AllMediocre because they miss the sense of community we provide.   The sense of community YOU provide. 

So, Thank You, my online friends.  And if you weren’t there this year, I’ll look forward to seeing you next year. 

Oh!  And my photos can be found here.

*And a special thanks to Grandma Pam for keeping my kids entertained so that I could get this damn thing written!*

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