I’m pretty new to this whole blogging thing. In ”blog years,” I’m like a two-year old or something. A puppy, really (if you care, I like beagles.) And when it comes to meeting real-life bloggers, I’m still pretty green. I’ve only met like 5 bloggers before this past weekend, so you could imagine I was a little worked up to be around 800 of y’all at BlogHer. I feel like blogging encapsulates me in this little alternate universe where I can be somewhat anonymous and get away with things I’d never say in person.
Woof woof.
But at BlogHer, people introduce themselves by their real name AND their blog name, so there’s no hiding. At BlogHer, you meet people by either staking them out from pictures you’ve seen of them online, by recognizing their babies, by staring at the name tag on their chests, or by sending e-mails to them in vain to try to find them in the gigundo conference space.
Overall, my first BlogHer conference was a strange, wonderful and disappointing experience all at the same time.
For instance (a highlight!), I ate a LOT of greasy food while bitching about work with two great new friends. Who happen to be as HI-larious in person as on their blogs.

Yes, I was nauseous after eating this.

No, my son was not nauseous after eating the leftovers.
I got a ton of free swag because someone out there laughably thinks I’m influential. But in all seriousness, I can’t believe Jill and Beth hooked us up with so much STUFF. I don’t really need any more STUFF, but it’s cool to say I got STUFF. I gave my nanny some of the loot and I’m giving some of the other STUFF away HERE if you want swag to fill up your house like it’s filling up mine.

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I met some really neat women, more than I could have ever hoped to meet. Some I got to speak to for awhile, most I just waved at, winked at, smiled at coyly or nodded head in agreement at. I also got a lot of funny and creative blog cards (blards), most of which I’m having a hard time matching the blog to the face. I feel silly that I can’t remember what someone looked like who I met for five seconds, but I’m blaming this problem on the ridiculously loud bar I went to Thursday night, or the I-feel-like-I’m-at-a-bad-corporate-conference speed dating session from the first day. (I’ll happily brainstorm other ways to network, BlogHer ladies!)
I went to learn, connect and experience, just like a newbie should. But unfortunately, I was a little underwhelmed by the learning part. I think I had an expectation that it would be more like a “conference” and less like a blog. But every session I attended, with the exception of the building traffic one, was like I was visiting the set of some blog reality show. People stated their opinions out loud. And then everyone commented. Out loud. And then some people were just LOUD. But unlike the internet, you couldn’t click to another page. Also, you didn’t really WANT to opt-out of the conversation because you had spent $200 to listen to it. But, I didn’t want to spend my weekend debating labels, discussing the pros and cons of monetization or by getting legal advice (I’m married to a lawyer for that.) I wanted to walk away with some hard and fast facts for how I can be a better blogger in my space. Or ways I could make a few bucks to pay for my grande-nonfat-extra-hot-chai-latte without “turning my blog into a billboard.” (Love that line, L.)
Bow wow.
I’m just saying. I do have a teensy-weensy bit of experience in event planning.
Anyway, overall, it was worth it, and I’m glad I went. I really would have regretted not experiencing the biggest gathering of women at a conference anywhere in the country (!!!). But you’re gonna have to throw me more than a dog bone to get me back next year.
Maybe I’m more like a kitten. (Down, kitty!) Meow.
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