Still so tired after being home from BlogHer since Monday. I can’t think. I brought it on myself, of course, so I expect no sympathy whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I anticipate envy even in this pitiful, wrecked, detoxing state that I am in because I was on my own, without kids and the responsibilities that go with them for 4 days and 4 nights. Furthermore, I was surrounded by hilarious bloggers who, even if they don’t consider themselves to be humor bloggers, kept me laughing All. Weekend. Long. There was little sleep and probably a bit too much of the spirits, and I’m a shell of a blogger right now, but I am happy…and a bit weepy…because of the tired.
“Tell me all about it,” Gabriella said on our drive back from the airport.
Me: Well it was good.
G: What did you do? Which panels did you do? Who spoke?
Me: Well, there was The Pioneer Woman who talked about her rise from humble blogger to…
G: TV Food? That Pioneer Woman? The one who lives in Oklahoma and raises cattle and writes cookbooks?
Me: Yes, that one. I didn’t know any of that.
G: She’s very well known.
Me: Ok, well I didn’t know her because I don’t live in Oklahoma or raise cattle or cook.
G: You blog.
Me: Well, clearly I’m not a very aware blogger.
G: What else?
Me: Well, Sheryl Sandberg spoke, but I skipped that keynote.
G: You skipped it?!?
Me: We didn’t get to bed until Very-Late o’clock the night before, and she spoke at Way-Too-Early o'clock the next morning.
G: You didn’t go see Sheryl Sandberg?!?
Me: I decided to lean in...to my pillow. And then I had to moderate the writing lab with Susan, which went well, thank you very much.
G: I saw that picture of you with Queen Latifah on Facebook. That was cool. Did you talk to her?
Me: Oh yes. We chatted about her childhood in New Jersey and her new show coming up and her girlfriend and the challenges of being a gay woman of color in the music world. Did you know that she and Wanda Sykes had a falling out over how out a celebrity needs to be to support the gays?
Me: No. None of that. I held a camera out in front of us and hoped for the best as her bodyguard moved in to take her to the airport. I think I said, thank you, though. It was more of a photo bomb than a conversation. I’m sure I made a lasting impression.
G: That’s it?
Me: Hey, I was lucky to get that photo.
G: And what panels did you attend?
Me: We took some really fun pictures at the Expo.
G: Uh huh.
Me: Well, it was all about the connections this year.
G: Really? So you had some good meetings?
Me: I wouldn’t exactly say meetings in the formal sense. More like working lunches or business over cocktails or… You know, I just had a really great time with my favorite blogging people, and Vikki and I got some quality time in, and I am grateful to have met some more pretty amazing ladies. I may not have learned how to become a famous, money-making blogger, and I may not have learned anything about HTML or widgets or whateverthefuck, but I did really love spending time on my own, talking shop and being silly without any kids hanging on me. Is that ok with you?
G: Of course that’s ok, Honey. I’m glad you had a good time. We missed you.
Me: I’m sorry. I’m just really tired. I missed you, too. I missed you all so much that I had to drown my sorrows in alcohol every night so that I could numb the searing pain in my heart.
G: Sounds awful.
Me: It was.