Almost a year has passed since Blogher 09, The Chicago version. Around right now, last year, I was already starting to write posts. You should check those out. They were pretty good. I think my writing has regressed since then. Ah me.
Where was I? Ah yes. Blogher.
Last year, I registered for the parties only a couple weeks prior to my arrival in Chicago. And you know what? I got into every single party I registered for. This year? Not only are they ALREADY sold out, but you need some sort of Blogher Conference ticket confirmation number as proof that you are registered for the weekend festivities. I got my humungously expanding fat ass into the Peoples Party and Sparklecorn. Yay me. But Cheeseburgher and Blogalicious are already starting their waiting list and I’m hanging out on it.
Seriously. Give me a break. I sure deserve it. Oh, sorry.
I’m doing some major eye rolling. Why? I honestly don’t care if I didn’t get into Cheeseburgher or Blogalicious. Because I kind of like the idea of not being over-committed. I’m risking the chance that my eyeballs stay rolled because I wonder how and why the parties are ALREADY sold out when so many of us haven’t even secured a room or a flight…including me. I have my full conference pass at student rates, mind you!! AND two parties. Yes, priorities people. I have to get my drink on, at least a few times while I’m there. But, I truly believe, and this is just me, there is some controlling of the parties going on due to fears of repeat behavior. And with the way bloggers behaved last year, I kind of don’t blame the powers that BlogHer.
And the swag? I’m going to be flying. Which means, paying astronomical prices to bring a carry on AND a regular piece of luggage which will be carrying clothing that are a few sizes bigger than I was last year (remember not to stare because my thyroid has taken over). I’m not going to be taking too much extra crap home with me. Besides, that isn’t why I am going to the parties. I only care about two things and two things only…my friends and libations. I’m not wanting to go bankrupt by taking a luggage home that weighs more than I do.
I’m just shocked. And amazed. Here I’ve barely begun thinking about where to shop for muu muus of epic size and proportions and now? I might be all dressed up with nowhere to go with the way these parties were thrown upon us, seemingly without any warning. Plus, at the rate I’m going, no way to get there and nowhere to stay.
So. If you have nowhere to go on Friday night and Saturday night aside from a fun little party here or there. You know…New York is known for its nightlife.
We can make our own party…New YorkHer 2010. Watch out New York. Crazed bloggers are on the loose and we are going to be hitting your bars and nightclubs. Maybe. Depending on if we can find stuff to do at our little conference that we paid a bunch of money for and travelled a bunch of miles to get to…