No Evil in Chinatown, San Francisco photo by me, 2008
I tried, though admittedly not very hard after awhile, but I just could not fall in love with the BlogHer conference. It felt like a first date with someone who has everything going for him - cute, polite, smart, trying really hard to deserve my devotion - yet no sparks, and really I found myself wanting to run away with the outrageous hottie flirting from the corner. [Note to husband: All figurative; there were *sigh* no outrageous hotties flirting at me from anywhere].
I will continue to ruminate and put together a post that is not so cryptic. Right now I'm afraid whatever else I write will sound whiny and/or bitchy, not to mention incoherent. Of course this is not to say that it won't still sound that way in a couple of days, but at least I will have crafted it to be so.
For now though - I'm sorry, BlogHer, but we just don't seem to be right for each other. It's not you; I loved the little freebies you gathered for me, and the sandwiches were pretty good, and I really appreciated the Pepsi and bottled waters each day. I think we're just meant for other people. Maybe we can still be friends and, you know, go to movies together sometimes. When I'm not with the outrageous hotties.
15 comments:
Can we still sleep together every once in a while?
I'm sorry it wasn't what you hoped for.
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Maybe you will feel better after your show.
I know that must be disappointing. I'm sorry. Perhaps this is an opportunity to go with your true self, the inner desire for the "bad boy" (figuratively of course).
(A little JT always makes me feel better. I don't analyze it too much, I focus on the muscles and the buttery voice and it all goes away...) Ahem! The POINT is, now you know what is not for you, the rest is POSSIBILITY!!
B*tchHer 09, you and stu and me and all the b*tches.
Sorry there weren't any sparks. But know you know -- before you had kids.
Fill us in soon!
Take your time. Sit on it. Sleep on it. Fondle it a little...
NOW you know.
Egads! I've been leaving typos all over the blogsphere.
No more commenting after 8PM.
I'm sorry Blogher wasn't wonderful for you. But sometimes you just have to take the brawns over the brains. Intelligence is overrated.
I'm sorry it wasn't as good as you were hoping. But at least now you got to say you were there and it seems like you still managed to have a good time.
*sigh* So hoping BlogHer was spongeworthy.
I think it'd be a bad fit for me, too, but that doesn't mean that I can't admire from afar some very talented and motivated people.
I now am even more intersted on your particular take on it...Sorry you wre disappointed!
I feel ya.
but see! i was stoked to meet you and not lurking (too much) any more!
Sigh. I had a bad feeling about this from the beginning. I'm sorry it wasn't glittery and fun. We'll talk.
I think the key might be to take your own posse--or maybe not.
I'm definitely on the fence for next year after reading all the recaps.
But hey, you can always come to BitchHer! You know there'll be sparks!
At least you were spared the morning after "walk of shame."
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