Blogher is starting in a little more than a week! I’m not in the least bit nervous. I mean, how can you be nervous when you are going on a mini-vacation with 1200 of your best friends, right??
I’m not frantically running around in search of the perfect clothing or shoes (I always have the perfect shoes!) I may do a little shopping but really, if Blogher wasn’t coming up, I’d still be out shopping. Because a girl can never have too many clothes hanging in her closet.
I have my Moo Cards. Except, I’ve already handed out about 1/2 of the business cards and my mini Moos have gone out to pasture…or somewhere un-charted. So I need to rush order some new ones.
I have my laptop. And my iPhone with about 1/2 dozen Twitter apps.
I have my ride.
I have my roomies.
I have my BBF’s! (Best Blog Friends)
All is great.
Except…I’m freaking about the flipping parties.
Why, you ask?
There are about 6 bagillion on any given night from Thursday through Sunday. I’ve rsvp’d to the Peoples Party, Mom and Pop Spectacular (or whatever it’s called), I’m going to the Nikon party with my friend and it turns out…a bunch more of my friends will be there! CheeseburgHer.
After that…I have noClueHer. I’m going to let my 1200 friends decide. Because while I very much have a mind of my own, it’s shut down when it saw the list of parties. My poor little mind, which was starting to get feeble to begin with, went into information overload…and imploded.
The only thing I started thinking of, when I was staring at that list, rocking and drooling…
was that next year, I’m having my own party. It’s going to be laid back. Relaxed. You don’t have to RSVP. You can just show up. I’m going to see if I can get it sponsored by all the pharmaceutical and liquor companies. It will be going on every night. For those of you who are like me and have NO IDEA what to do.
Ladies, next year the big party of Blogher is going to be *half assed attempt at a drum roll*
OverWhelmHER. The party that ends all parties.
And don’t even get me started on the sessions.
Well, I hope my bed is comfortable.
Help me with a list…
Right here on my blog. Boss me around and tell me what I’m doing.
Because I can’t handle this on my own.
Now if you’ll excuse me…
I have to go throw up.
I was just thinking about how ridiculous it is, these invite only parties. So next year, for real, I’m doing the OverWhelmHER party.