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.
It was great to meet you–you are a great entertainer of out-of-town oddballs, and I hope you’ll come again next year.
I am honored that we are immortalized in front of that stretch SUV. I wish I could have seen you talking about old Wino’s arm, though…I was next store at the politics one, and every so often when we were all “serious bizniz” the mics would screech and we would pick up snippets of book pimpage.
Oh, “next store.” Good lord. I am still sleep-deped. Feel free to edit that. 😛
Oh my god, I met WENDY MCCLURE!!!
SJ, I say “next store” ALL THE DAMN TIME.
I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I was to meet you. And you personalized my book! You rock Wendy. Thanks.
p.s. those Dove drinks were da’ bomb!
Wendy – meeting you was so cool (Hello, first five minutes, there’s Wendy, holy shit! ;)) and I feel very grateful that we had a chance to talk. I’m glad you had a good time, met and reconnected with the people you did, and especially that you were on that panel. It was a really important conversation and your voice was needed. In a lot of ways it has me thinking about what I DON’T write about those issues and why. Great. More deep thoughts for the ’07. ; )
And also, what Kate said. ; )
You rock. I mean it. ROCK. It was an honor to talk to you and swap advice. Okay, get advice from you and then bask in the glory of your knowledge. You are truly amazing.
And I didn’t even squeal at you tooooo loudly.
What all of them said.
I’m really glad that you agreed to be on the panel, and that we had the chance to hang out, too. You’re a rock star.
You forgot to mention “Watched Jen flip a bench and almost fall on her head like a dope.”
I would like to have everyone at BlogHer available to me in littler bits, like 5 minutes a day… instead of all clumped together so I didn’t have time to talk to everyone as much as I want. Hope we get a chance to hang out again, with more free drinks.
Sorry I stalked you during your lunch with Rachel. Pretty sure I was a little starstruck as I think you are such a fantastic writer. You could reprint the dictionary and I would be like “Oh my God she’s so funny!”. Thanks for indulging me.
Sounds like all you gals are having a GREAT time at Blogher. I keep reading about it on everyone’s blog. It is such a cool event.
RT
It was so exciting to be sitting on that panel with you. I just wish we could have talked more. I was so consumed with the pain in my neck (oh my God, I can’t stop talking about the pain in my neck!) that I ran off right after our panel was over to pop a vicodin. I wish I had stuck around so we could have chatted for a bit.
You’re so funny, I feel honored to have met you.