I can’t believe these are the only pictures I took at BlogHer 10 but alas, it appears to be true. Excuse any grammatical atrocities in the captions—I really struggled over the whole me vs. I thing since they are captions, not sentences. Blerrrgghhh. Feel free to (gently) correct me.
Okay, since I can’t put links in the captions, which makes NO sense, here are the folks featured in my pix:
Megan Deb Jenny Katie Jessica Suebob Adam Anissa Kate Debbie Devra Rita Pillsbury Doughboy
Megan and I, hosting The People's Party
Megan and Deb
Megan, Jenny, Katie, Me and Jessica: The People's Party Hostesses!
Suebob & her awesome tutus. Suebob the Tutu Fairy!
Jenny, and I (doesn't she have the most amazing smile?)
Jenny, Adam & Me. (I look so freaked out!)
Me, Anissa and Katie
Me and Kate
Debbie and me
Me and Deb
Devra, Rita, Mr. Rita, Me and Suebob
Caffeinatrix and Yknot, Twitterbuds!
Katie and Megan
Jessica and Deb
Katie and the Pillsbury Doughboy
Hmm, no photos of us. Photoshop, here I come!!!
.-= MommyGeekology’s last blog post…To my friend =-.
Regretfully, by the time we met, I wasn’t in the mood for photos. Wish we’d gotten one of us together :)
Aw. You all look so pretty. Dig the outfit.
You should see the maxi-dress I didn’t get to wear and probably never will, due to my complete lack of a life. IS AWESOME. We need to get together so I can wear it—right now it still has the fricken tags on it and makes me want to cryyyyyyyyy.
I like the one where I have you in a head-lock, WWW style.
I know you only headlock your most favoritest people so it’s all good.
It’s 6 weeks later and I’ve just mustered up the courage to address the fact that I was fucking lame at BlogHer. Though I saw you several times, I just couldn’t move my legs in your direction. That’s because your a celebrity. At least to me. So, this is me saying hi and laying a virtual hug on you. Next time, I’ll be way cooler. And possibly drunk. But I’ll meet you in person.
.-= Kami (@workingmomfence)’s last blog post…Rebounding =-.
Oh honey, I wish you’d come to me. We could have been lame together. In case you haven’t noticed via my blog posts, I’m a slave to my hormonal shifts and I was a mess at BlogHer.
I think I cried and took to my bed more than anything else. How anyone could feel so alone amidst 2400 people (many of which I know) is a mystery to me but I was stricken with uncharacteristically potent anxiety and my usual period-related assertations that everyone hates me or doesn’t even care that I exist.
Looking back, it’s truly amazing how off-kilter I was that weekend and in my normal frame of mind, it seems so stupid that I sat in my room and cried on Saturday night instead of going downstairs to Sparklecorn (although I did have a brutal headache).
Having another lamer to be lame with would have been ideal. C’est la vie…
Next time, okay? You. Me. Drinks.
.-= IzzyMom’s last blog post…I Think I Need a Life Coach or a Drill Sergeant =-.
I’d love it.