I've decided I'm not writing a BlogHer '10 recap because I pretty much said all there is to say after BlogHer '09 last year.
But something funny did happen to Melissa and I and well, I'm sharing it with you now.
So we were in the Expo hall on Saturday. We had gotten to the point in the conference where we were bone tired and still had some really great parties to look forward to later that night and we were both content to be a little low-key for the afternoon. There were no sessions that really appealed to us (or maybe there were but the elevators wouldn't let us get there, I forget) and we found ourselves stuffing our faces at the Jimmy Dean booth.
Now, you know The Sun, right? Well, The Sun was there. Like, the guy from the Jimmy Dean breakfast commercials. In his Sun outfit. (Aside: I have no idea how the man gets inside that danged suit. I saw no zipper. Maybe he's really an obese muppet...) If you wanted to wait around long enough, you could get your picture taken with The Sun. But the man had a ridiculously huge following. Like, maybe he has a blog...
Anyway, we're standing there, taking a survey with The Booth Guy to get our coupons for free Jimmy Dean breakfast products (which, btw, are really really good - I had this thing that was like a corn dog, but was actually a turkey breakfast sausage wrapped in a sweetened pancake...yum...) and I can see out of the corner of my eye that The Sun is standing there, posing for pictures and don't think much of it.
Then this woman comes up and says, "Excuse me, could you just move out of the way? We're taking a picture."
Oh, no problem, right? Melissa and Booth Guy and I move over to our left and on we go with the survey. ("On a scale of 1 to 10, how much would you say Jimmy Dean breakfasty stuff rocks?") A minute or so later, the lady is back.
"I'm sorry...if you could just scootch out of the way just a tad more...there you go," she says, gently guiding us a few feet more to the left. "That's gggrrrreeeaaaatt. Thanks!"
Thinking that its strange we're being ushered so far out of the potential frame of the photo, we turn to see Padma Lakshmi walking away from her photo op with The Sun. As in Padma Lakshmi from Top Chef. As in Padma Lakshmi who is absolutely beautiful and like this big. (Do you see the pinkie I'm holding up? Yeah, that big.)
Melissa and I looked at each other and both realized the same thing.
They didn't want our fat asses in the background of the Padma Lakshmi/Sun photo.
Somehow, this struck us as both sad and pretty damned funny. Our rear ends weren't even good enough for their 2 1/2 minutes of fame.
OK, OK, I'm not going to write one of those long posts with links to all of the awesome people I met - it would be long and really boring except to those people in said list. You know who you are you awesome people, you - virtual high-five!
BUT - I had the opportunity to share a room with three of the most beautiful, fun ladies I've ever had the chance to meet. I mean, what's fun in your college years (four chicks sharing two beds in a small room with one bathroom for several days) seems like an utter nightmare in your thirties. But aside from a little room stank, Melissa, Kelly R. and Kelly P. were marvelous and reminded me of a time in my life when all I had to worry about was straightening my hair and "Oh my God, I totally don't know what I should wear!" See me holding out my virtual wine glass ladies? *Clink!* Here's to you and your awesomeness.
I flew into NYC a day early to meet up with friends and do a little sightseeing. I was completely geeked out about seeing the city for the first time. Word from the (slightly) wise(r): If you take 247 pictures in the span of seven hours, and have plans to get up the next day for a long but completely awesome walking tour of lower Manhattan? Charge your damn camera battery. That is all.
You can check out the rest of my NYC photos here.
I only hope I'll see y'all next year, in San Diego.