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Dear Roommates who have never met me. And other things to know for BlogHer 2013.

I’m going to Chicago for BlogHer. Deep breath. It’s my first blog conference and it’s a big furkin’ deal.

Last year’s BlogHer was in New York and Martha Stewart was there and Katie Couric and even the President addressed the crowd. Uhm, yeah. Big Furkin’ Deal. Like I said.

So in the interest of saving some money- I have 3 roommates that I am sharing a double room with for 3 nights. This could get interesting. What could happen with 4 women in a 250 square foot space over 4 days? Hmmm, don’t answer that yet!

Perhaps some of you attending BlogHer are in the same boat. Or room, I should say.

Let me be clear, I picked these roomies. Well, we picked each other. And I love these women. I think highly of them and adore their blogs, their voice and their whole vibe. So I have no anxiety over how much I will enjoy their company. I just want them to like me too.

So here’s a little cheat sheet on what I’m fearing/anticipating/hoping they like about me too, need to know beforehand, etc.

 

  • If I’m nervous, I will talk. A lot. Especially if no one else is speaking. I will fill the quiet air space with continuous random phrases. “Oh my gosh, my feet hurt. Did you feel how humid this city is? Are the toiletries any good in the hotel bathroom? I like pie.”
  • I will need two pillows. I sleep ON a pillow and hug a second pillow. Really, this is important. I can’t sleep any other way. I get all spare pillows. Sorry.
  • I like staying up late and giggling and making armpit farts with the next gal (right Anna?) but I do need my sleep. I’m terribly worried that I will be an exhausted cranky pants during the day because of the morning to night activities. Please let me sleep. No shave cream across my eyebrows, or hand in a warm bowl of water.
  • I have early morning gas. That is all.
  • I will bring a lot of products. Like a lot. You will think,”does she need all those lipsticks? She only has one mouth.”  And yes, I do need all those lipsticks.
  • I’m self conscious about pooping. It will be weird going to the bathroom knowing y’all are just on the other side of the door.
  • My kids complain that I don’t always finish my sentences. If we’re having a conversation and then I just trail off at the end of something I was saying…   Yeah. That.
  • I will be drinking lots of tea. You knew that already though, right?
  • I hope there’s room for my life size cut-out of Daniel Craig.
  • You don’t mind that I bring my Shih-tzu, Bitsy, right?
  • I don’t snore, but I do sleep with my mouth wide open. It’s not pretty. There will be no obscene jokes made as to the mouth-breathing capabilities I have.

Uhm… I think that’s everything. Well, it’s a lot anyway. Right?

Also, I’m fun. Really. I think. AND, I’m totally kidding about the Shih-tzu. The Daniel Craig cut-out… you’ll have to wait and see.

See you in Chicago!!

 

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Comments

  1. I didn’t realize you weren’t at BlogHer last year. Wishing you a great time!! Can’t wait to read all about it!!

  2. Karen Alpert (Baby Sideburns) says:

    This makes me wish I were rooming with you. Especially the morning gas. But seriously, can’t wait to meet you!

    • If they kick me out because of flatulence, I know where to go.

      • Your morning toots will be kept in the vault. What happens in Chicago, stays in Chicago. We would never blog about such a thing. Nope. Oh, wait…

  3. I so badly want a full report. Maybe y’all can set up a webcam and live stream the events as they unfold so that
    we who could not attend won’t miss a thing!!!

  4. Oh my gosh – this is HILARIOUS!! And I’m so excited to meet you tomorrow!!! And now I’m going to remember to bring my straws – so thank you for that!

  5. I’m counting on a full makeover! We’ll need all the product you can pack.

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