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Okay, so after all my planning and advice-giving on getting the most out of your BlogHer experience through the power of organization, I thought it fair that I give you the low-down on how I actually fared in trying to stay true to my grueling party schedule. I know it is now two weeks later and everyone is all BlogHer’d out, but I needed some time to come down from the stratosphere that I my adrenaline had launched me into and I think has yielded a better perspective on everything.
Thursday
Man, Thursday was the toughest day to keep going. I had just flown into the States from England on Monday, so I was still working a little bit of jet-lag, but the adrenaline had been pumping for days, so I seemed okay physically. Mentally, however, I think I was in desperate need of a break. I ended up catching a towncar into the city with a stranger (a very pretty, pleasant stranger, I might add), because I forgot to link up my new pay-as-you-go phone to twitter, so I had nothing but a phone number for Cindy (@poubou), who had texted me to let me know that her flight was re-routed to JFK. Blerg.
So, I got to the hotel and was thankful to have about half an hour to catch up with Ann and Lee, who both started blogging about the same time I did and happen to be two of my favorite people on the internet, before I headed to the Gap on 5th to go get all #GapMagic’d up. What is this Gap Magic, you say? Well, in a stroke of brilliance that has rendered pretty much nothing but goodwill, The Gap approached every person who was speaking at BlogHer ‘10 and asked if we would be interested in letting them help outfit us for the conference by giving us two outfits for free. I KNOW. And on top of that, they were so nice and were willing to work with all the international bloggers coming in to the USA by setting up appointments that weekend at the Gap that was located right by the Hilton.
So, anyway, the manager, Ryan, helped me and Karen (who was also a Voices of the Year speaker) get all gussied up. I’m rocking a new pair of black skinny pants (which look way more expensive than they are) and some of the 1969 skinny jeans (also looking way more expensive than they are) and some cute T’s and a blazer (that no less than three people were wearing at my ROYO session on Saturday) in gray. Thank you to the Gap, who didn’t say we had to say anything about them for the gift, but that I was incredibly grateful and excited to receive. I mean, who doesn’t love the Gap??
From the Gap, I skipped back to the Hilton and was relieved to find that Ann hadn’t yet left for the Social Luxe affair, so I threw on a dress, grabbed my camera and headed out. On the way, I recognized the tattoo on the woman in front of me and started saying, “Grace. Grace. Grace!!” She finally turned around and immediately recognized… Ann. Not a word to me. What the heck? She was with Guavalicious, though, and she and I recognized each other from our twitter mutual-admiration relationship, so we got acquainted while Grace continued to actively snub me. OK, fine, she wasn’t actively snubbing me, but I finally was like, “Hey! LOOK at this (holding up my badge), it’s ME, Amy the Bitchin’ Wife?” And she was all like…. OoOOoh! And then we were like total best-ies for the rest of the conference because Grace is, quite simply, freakin’ awesome.
The Social Luxe event was, first and foremost, an extremely sweaty affair We got there on time, but the doors were closed and a long line had formed. A line that we waited in, while sweating. Imagine 150 women all standing in 95 degrees
