Lovely, lovely people of teh internet, what is there to say besides Thank You for all the kind thoughts and personal emails you've sent me? I wonder after receiving them all what I have to give in return, besides stories of just how drunk one woman can get when let loose in Chicago. But even though my heart is still very heavy you've all raised me up enough so I can no longer wallow in my own misery. And if I start quoting Josh Groban songs you're all invited to throw rotten tomatoes at me.
Blogher, oh Blogher. What is there to say about Blogher that hasn't already been said? Most has been recapped by other bloggers so I suppose my post will have to be a personal message to those wonderful women (and men) I was fortunate enough to meet this weekend. My apologies to those of you who weren't there but I have pictures, if that's any consolation for making you go through this again. Fortunately, none of me as I was the morning I left for home, puking into a plastic bag in the cab to O'Hare. Not kidding about that. Not even a little bit.
This is a thank you note, a love letter, to you all:
To Sarah, Devra and Izzy - who stayed with me while waiting for my lost luggage. You're all gracious and one great regret from this past weekend was not being able to spend more time with you. But, Sarah, you're right - Blogher was way better than seeing Sting. Even if I went without all my cute new clothes for the better part of two days.
To Nancy - who made me a mix CD - which I'm loving! - but, unfortunately, I was only able to grab it before we were whisked away from each other. Why, oh, why was Blogher not longer? Didn't mean to grab and run, hon.
To SueBob - I think I licked your stapler, but then we only had few moments to smile and wave to each other. I wish we had a chance to talk about our pooches together. And I'm referring to our dogs, not the fat rolls around our bellies.
To Bossy - Oh, fer chrissake! I wanted to put you in my pocket and take you home with me. But she's far too fabulous - and tall - for that. And did I mention beautiful? And tall? Jeezus christ!
Bossy and Mom 101. And right after I took this picture my camera blew up from all that fabulousness.
To the TO Mommies - I hate to lump you all in together because you're all amazing in your own right (and because it's a cop out, but I'm getting tired of all this linking), but together you're a force to be reckoned with. I'm not sure if it was their collective intelligence or their beauty that stunned me more. It doesn't really matter, though, because it all ought to be illegal.
To GGC and BMC - Mere words cannot describe them and that's all I'm going to say. Except, the cookies were yar. Believe me, you're sorry if you didn't meet those sexy bitches.
To Lawyer Mama - Who knows deep down that I'm really a snarky bitch, and Pundit Mom - the sweetest woman in DC, and Ruth - who really is freaking dynamite... Many smooches.
And to everyone else - and you know who you are - you made it very easy for this social misfit to feel like her friends from the internet could be friends in real life if there had only been more goddamn time.
A bit of promotional product from Kristen. Eh, at least Chicky didn't put the other side in her mouth.
Oh, and to T., the best roommate ever - You and I could be the text book case of how two women from across a continent can meet online and become best buds. You may not know it yet, but you're going to Blogher again next year just so I can reciprocate your kindness. And please, if someone has a picture of the two of us can you send it to me? With the exception of our photo booth pictures, I did not get one single shot of T. and me together and that is tragic.
Yeah, I totally thought I was hot shit. Was I drinking too much at this point? Yes. Is there far too much licking? Yes. Do I care? Surprisingly, no.
Now I'm going to rest. If it wasn't enough to break out like a fourteen year old boy who had rubbed pizza on his face and have the skin around my lips flake and peel off right before Blogher, then lose my baggage, have to deal with the soul crushing humidity of Chicago (Oh fer chrissake! Someone get me a damn squeegee. Jeezus!), get horribly drunk and then horribly sick before having to fly home and then losing my grandmother less than 24 hours upon returning, but now I have a really bad head cold and I'm achy. It really is a wonder that I ever leave my house.
I'm going to try to upload all my pictures so you can see them just as soon as I can figure out where to put them so my family doesn't find out I blog. Any suggestions?
**I started a new Flickr account and uploaded most of my photos. Go check 'em out.**