I did the panel. I think it went well. I hope I made sense. I’m trying to remember why exactly I was getting all worked up about THE MEDIA! and AMY WINEHOUSE’S ARM! but I swear there was a point there. The other panelists were great and lots of people got up to speak, and, well, I’ll have more to say about the panel later, but I’m grateful to everyone who came.
Also: I collected eight thousand business cards. I had lunch with Rachel Kramer Bussel. I saw lots of cute little bitty bald babies that belonged to BlogHer mommies. I broke my sunglasses and walked halfway down the pier to a sunglasses kiosk and searche in vain for something without rhinestones or hood ornaments or big gold sconces. I drank froofy drinks with Weetabix and Sarah and KATE HARDING! and Laurie. I met my favoritest food blogger. I deeply hoped the out-of-town-attendees would understand that the rest of Chicago does not have the same techincolor douchebag circus atmosphere that Navy Pier has. I got lots of swag. I met Shauna! Shauna is a punk rocker! I met Jennette, who is indeed awesome from all angles. I met Jen and BlogHer Laurie and SJ and Jennifer and Corinna. I went to the books panel and met Ariel (whose book I blurbed, and yes, you should buy it.) I saw both live and dead birds in the exhibit corridor. I sold about a dozen copies of my books, including the copy of the Mackerel book that I bought myself just so I could give it to Amy Sedaris. I ate Yahoo jellybeans and drank Dove Courtesy Pina Coladas, which tasted like coconut and new-found confidence!!! I bummed drink tickets off of kind strangers. I carried way, way too much. I slept all day Sunday.
Thank you, ladies. I had the fun.