BlogWho?

As posts start to trickle in from around the blogosphere (god, I hate that word) about BlogHer – for those not in the know, big huge fancy blogging conference – this past weekend, I can’t help but be filled with a large dose of jealousy.  I have a problem with envy.  I’m working on it, but we live in a materialistic society and it seems like keeping up with the Joneses is a given.

I wanted to be there.  Not because I wanted to network or “build my brand” (puke) but because in the past year, when I have felt so isolated and alone, I have made a lot of connections with other really cool women through the amazing power of the internet.  I wanted to be able to go up to them and give them a hug.  I wanted to tell AndreAnna in person that I spent most of the last months of my pregnancy while I was laid up with my bad ankle reading all of her old entries and wishing that I lived closer to her because, damn she was the kind of person I wanted as a friend.  I wanted to tell The Bloggess that I almost snorted water from laughing at her posts.  I wanted to have drinks with Cass and Rougie.  I wanted to see Pocklock’s baby bump in person (is that weird).  I wanted to meet new people.

And it was in New York.  I have friends in New York.  Lots of friends who I never get to see because travel is expensive and travel with a baby seems impossible.

But, as I have to constantly remind myself, things work out for the best.  We had to move.  I wasn’t comfortable leaving the baby because I spent zero time worrying about pumping and having stockpiled breastmilk and getting her used to a bottle with any sort of regularity.  In reality, I probably would have spent the entire trip worrying and calling Brian every five seconds – or the opposite, not worrying and then feeling guilty about not worrying – and, therefore not enjoying myself.

Instead, I spent this weekend at home.  In my pajamas.  Hooked up to tinychat and connecting with a whole other group of cool chicks through the power of blogher@home.  Lu and Jen hosted an awesome online party.  I was introduced to the magic that is Kim (whose voice I could listen to all day long).  We talked about inappropriate things and serious things.  I laughed so loudly that I was afraid I was going to wake up the baby.  I drank a large quantity (for me) of sweet tea bourbon and woke up seriously hungover.  It was great, and while I still wish I had made it to NYC, this was almost better.  When I was feeling shy and awkward, I could just read the chat and not join in instead of standing in a corner looking like an idiot.  And, unless someone wants to pay for me to go to San Diego (or we can work a family vacation into it somehow), I probably won’t be going next year.  And if so, you can bet I will be curled up in bed with a pitcher of booze and my laptop!

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About Kirsten

Wife, mother, writer and all around knerd. Maker of cookies, scarves and really big messes.

Posted on August 9, 2010, in Notes and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. You were definitely missed and that was one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received, thank you!

  2. so glad to hear you had a great experience with blogherathome this year!

  3. BHAH was really great this year. I wish I could have taken part a little more but I had family visiting so it wasn’t in the cards. I’m glad to hear you had such a great time and maybe you and I will both be at home with our booze next august 🙂

  4. Ha! I wrote almost exactly this same post. 🙂 Except I didn’t do blogher at home and kind of wish I had!

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