So in case you haven’t heard, there’s some big thing going on in Chicago this week. Something about a bunch of women (and a few men!) bloggers, getting together for some parties and maybe some talks about All Things Internet.
And if you’re like me, you’re kicking yourself for not buying tickets back in February.
My decision process about going to BlogHer went a bit like this: ZOMG I’m so goinnnnggg!! ZOMG!!!1! Then: Nah, I don’t think I can do it this year, it’s so pricey for plane tickets and hotel and I just don’t know if I’ll be able to do it. Then: DUDE I CAN STAY WITH MY BLOGGIE FRIEND SAMANTHA, she lives in Chicago and offered, and OMG she’s awesome and I’m totally doing it! Then: I’m a dork and I’m scared to go meet all these awesome bloggers who won’t even know who I am. I’m totally not going. Then: Who cares if I don’t know anyone? I’m a grown up! I can meet new people! The BurghMoms are nice, and I was nervous about that, look how good that turned out? Then: TOO CHICKEN. NOT GOING. Plus everyone I know in real life will look at me like I have three heads when I tell them I’m getting a plane to go party with people I’ve never actually met before.
Well… you get the idea. By the time I went around and around the circle of Non-Decision Making, it was too late. Then I told myself I was cool with that and I didn’t WANT to go, none of the sessions seemed to grab my interest, and it was an awful lot of money for just some cocktail parties, right?
And really, as bummed as I am to read everyone’s Tweets today about traveling to the conference and wishing I could be on my way right along with them, I KNOW that it’s better now that I’m not going. DUDE. We’re moving three weeks from today. Not to mention that little thing I run called A Business. Plus Dan started a new job back in the winter and doesn’t even have vacation time, so there would have been nobody to watch Maggie for me anyway. So really, if I WAS on my way to Chicago right now, I’d be losing my ever-loving mind with everything else I have going on.
Please tell me I’m right. Because boo :( I wanna go to the party!
If I’m not eleventy billion months pregnant next summer, I’m SO GOING.
Unless I chicken out again.