Holy it on a stick. This weekend has been a BLAST. Capital. Bold. B-L-A-S-T. I’m feelin’ all warm and squishy inside and kind of in love with the Doogs right now. You guys MADE the event. You spread out and pushed the link love. And hopefully made a few new blog buds along the way.
I LOVE watching connections being made. Seeing that excitement when someone finds a new blog they connect with. Finding someone who speaks uniquely to them. I am in awe of you all for simply venturing into this deep and wide pool.
That being said, we’ll be closing BlogHerNot with a very relevant seminar entry by Jozet at Halushki, who is now my MAJOR BLOG CRUSH. This particular post appeared on The Wind in Your Vagina, home of Super Phenom Black Hockey Jesus. It’s freakin’ hilarious and required reading before going ANY FURTHER.
See? Told you.
And now, I’m thinking a partial recap of the festivities is in order. Because, by it’s very nature, BlogHerNot is a fluid, casual, come-and-go kind of event. You were bound to miss a few magic moments.
MommyTime from Mommy’s Martini held an improptu pre-function gathering in her room at the Women’s Colony, serving her trademark Chocolate and French Martinis before retiring for the night to go over the day’s seminars. A Bud Light Girl myself, I humored her and had a few. I do believe I’ve found a new drink.
Things took off Friday night at The Human Party, hosted by glitter-obsessed Single Working Mommy. (She’s still there if you want to say hello.) Jen (The Mom) from Cheaper Than Therapy arrived with a bottle of vino she’d purchased earlier in the day.
She thought the label was pretty.
When Matter of Fact Mommy offered to give her a girly makeover, she eagerly agreed. Poor thing had no idea. She spent the remainder of the night blissfully unaware she’d been hazed.
There was much celebration.
Deb at San Diego Momma had her heart set on a nice, relaxing soak in the hot tub.
However, Steph from The Stephford Diaries kept showing up everywhere, finally going off the deep end. For all anyone knows, the two are still there.
Black Hockey Jesus took a quick break from his vacation and made a surprise appearance. Everyone who knows him, knows he’s amazing on the guitar. But things got a little surreal and out of character when he broke out the Kum Bai Ya.
He said he was more Cum. Not so much Bai Ya.
And all was right with the universe.
Until things started to get outta hand.
Which resulted in a swift shortage of alcohol.
And that’s when everyone started drinking glitter.
Which must have somehow magically summoned a wayward porn star, who wouldn’t leave Black Hockey Jesus alone.
Pimp Daddy was fine with that.
With nothing left to drink, and the appetizers from Mel, A Dramatic Mommy, all gone, things started winding down.
Closing in on midnight, BikerChick, having had one too many Jello shots, announced she had to be up early, hopped on her bike, and nearly wiped out the appropriately attired Preppy Princess. Being a dutiful blogger, I took a photo. Unfortunately, the resulting pink and green madras mess is too graphic to post. I do have SOME ethics.
Momma Mary agreed to be designated driver, but she and Schmitty the Van never DID show up.
And remember our Keynote Speaker? Sadly, George never showed up either. I’m guessing it had something to do with the photo circulating at BlogHerNot.
Yeah, I don’t blame him.
And now, ma Doogs, as the first ever BlogHerNot officially comes to a close, I think it’s safe to say we’ve learned a valuable lesson.
Contrary to popular belief, the ruffage gained from drinking glitter, in fact, has no real dietary value. It only makes you sparkle-y and drunk.