I'm miffed. I want to go to BlogHer '08 (stamping feet). I live on the east coast (banging fists on the desk). The conference is in San Francisco (throwing myself on the floor). That's in CALIFORNIA (flailing back and forth on the rug)!
Is anyone else going? Can I hide in your suitcase? Pretty pleeeeeaaaaaase?
I've been only blogging for a little over a year now. I've never been to a Blogher conference. The thought of meeting some of the people behind the blogs I read daily, well, that just would be so awesome! For real, dude!
If the event wasn't so very far away from me, I seriously would want to be there. I might soil myself on the way, as I would be nervous as hell, but I wouldn't be the only one, right? I mean, I can't be the only blogger who would be wondering if anyone would talk to me. I just hate being the nerd in the corner. Would anyone even KNOW me or my blog? And if they did, would that be a good thing? Or would it just be confirmed to me that I should be walking around with my finger and thumb in the shape of an L on my forehead?
I keep reading some of my favorite blogger's posts and I can see how much fun BlogHer will be. I envy them and their confidence. They do not seem afraid to set forth and venture into the great crowd of bloginistas.
But then it hits me. I know their secret. Their elixir of strength and courage!
ALCOHOL! The kind that keeps on pouring until someone sets something on fire! Hallelujah! There may be hope for me yet! I can do that! I could be the queen of the prom! Just give me some booze and I'll just ooze self-assurance. Just don't give me any of that Southern Comfort stuff, otherwise I'll be oozing more than you all bargained for.
Now if I could just afford a plane ticket. Maybe I'll take her advice.