Posted on | January 27, 2011 | 3 Comments

Dear Lord, Blissdom.

Where do I even begin?

Honestly. I don’t know where or how to begin to describe the energy that is running through this hotel.  You wouldn’t believe me if I tried. And the best part? Women. Being nice to women they’ve never seen before. Women who may or may not look, act, dress or be anything like the people they normally speak to.

Last night, my roomies and I went down to Stax for a (veggie) burger and there were three other women there. We invited them to have dinner with us and got introduced to three new blogs. (If I had the cards I got from them, I’d link you up but they’re WAY across the room).  While we were eating, the gorgeous Crayon Wrangler passed by and introduced us to her equally gorgeous friend who just so happened to be Heather from Make Time for Family and eMealz. (Check them out… fantastic!). And then at the evening function I totally ogled Charmed Valerie who might be one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in real life. Honestly. I really wanted to hate her, but she was super sweet. (With legs for DAYS!!)

I feel overwhelmed pretty much constantly. There are so many faces and names and pseudonyms running around that I barely have time to breathe and haven’t ONCE snapped a picture. (Luckily, I’ve latched on to Beth Anne who takes the most amazing pictures ever, so there will be a few to prove I was here.)  Everyone has these little white name tags on their chest with their name, blog, and sometimes twitter handle so I find myself wandering around staring at other women’s breasts like I’m a thirteen year old boy. It’s awkward to be sure.

And all of this? Is pre-conference. I’m overwhelmed and jacked up on a form of social anxiety I haven’t experienced since my early high-school years. Will these women like me? Will they talk about me behind my back? Will they criticize my clothes or my hair or the way I talk? And the strangest part is that these women FEEL like friends. They feel like people you’ve known your whole life and they can talk to you about the most intimate parts of your life because they read your blog or your twitter feed.

This internet is a strange thing. The freedom we feel to write on here should be terrifying. It’s strange to have someone you don’t know talk to you about personal things. Especially when you are laying eyes on them for the first time. And then you “meet” these women and all of your old fears about meeting new people who might be cooler or prettier or just more awesome in general come rushing back in and on top of it, there’s the fact that this gorgeous woman in front of you seems to already KNOW you. She has expectations about who you are and what words will come out of your mouth. You don’t want to let her down… you want to say something clever and witty and blog worthy but what comes out is a mess of jibberish and now she’s probably wandering around saying to her friends “That Law Momma is one weird chick.”

But I digress… because it’s 7:00 EST which makes it 6:00 CST and my roommates are still sleeping while I type type type away trying to capture the craziness of yesterday afternoon. Ultimately? I can’t tell you what it’s like. You sort of just… have to be here.


3 Responses to “Bliss”

  1. TheNextMartha
    January 27th, 2011 @ 2:14 pm

    Have the time of your life. Enjoy.

  2. Tami
    January 29th, 2011 @ 7:11 pm

    Sounds like FUN!

  3. Libereott
    January 30th, 2011 @ 7:49 pm

    Nice site ….)

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