Last weekend there was this big huge blogger party that all the cool lady bloggers went to. They flew to New York City where they attended panels and parties and met lots of fun people and that sort of thing. And they ate at great restaurants and toured a world-class city and hid in bathrooms and what-not.
I did not go. I wanted to go. I hemmed and hawed. But when it came right down to it, I couldn’t pull the trigger. I didn’t want to fly across the continent and spend that long apart from my not-yet-2-year-old. That was my choice, and it doesn’t mean that I expect you to make the same decision I did.
Just because I was at home in Vancouver did not mean I had to stay indoors and feel bad for myself. Right? So I met up with some other super cool local blogger types and we had a party of our own. It was light on panels, but there was sand and children and lots of therapeutic ointment. (Really! Bring on itchy, burning skin, my 7 tubes of ointment and I laugh in its face.) And BlogHer was kind enough to foot the bill, which was awesome.
It’s true, it wasn’t New York City. But it was pretty fun all the same.
I know I said it last year, but this year I really mean it. Meet me in San Diego?