Tuesday
Aug102010
BlogHer '10, Day One: We Came
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
On Thursday, August 5, we left our cozy little abode in Regina, Saskatchewan for New York. We had a BlogHer '10 conference to attend.
I couldn't believe that I had nearly 2500 friends to meet in the Hilton that night, so I kept turning to the Palinode and saying I'm so excited! and then wiggling in my seat, because my excitement exhibits itself like five-year-old who has to pee. Between that and my constant re-declaration I designed a book cover!, I'm really surprised that I didn't get jambed down an airplane toilet.
And when I saw my hometown fall away below the plane, I heaved a sigh and said We're going to New York! and What time do we get there again? and Do you think people will like me there? Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
Yeah, well, the excitement of heading to New York was tempered not long afterwards by Chicago's O'Hare airport.
The flight attendants had no customs forms for us to fill out ahead of time on the airplane, so we were delayed filling them out in the airport, which meant that we ended up getting stuck behind a hundred people entering the U.S. to go to an Indian wedding, which meant that it took over an hour-and-a-half to get through customs, which meant that we missed our connecting flight, which meant that we had to wait another two hours to catch the next flight, which lead to us taxi-ing out to the tarmac, where we were then told we still couldn't take off, and then they powered down the engines and fed us ice water that tasted like old milk while we patiently sweat out our time packed into a tiny tube of a plane for a while longer.
This is starting to sound like those parts of the Bible when everyone is begat-ing everyone. I apologize.
At any rate, we did finally land in Newark, New Jersey where we took a shuttle to the Hilton in New York, and our hearts and minds were set aright first by Angella D's friendly face and then by Bossy's late night cleavage.
There is nothing wrong with Bossy's cleavage.
Then, we lucked into some face time with Goon Squad Sarah, Greeblemonkey's husband, and Lauriewrites – pictured above – and Greeblemonkey and Mammaloves – pictured below.
And then we stumbled to our rooms after the bar made it clear that we should do so by refusing to sell us more alcohol and taking away the little electric candles and looking at us like we were really irritating. Luckily, it only takes us astute bloggers several pokes with cattle prods to figure out that it is time to go to bed.
And then we collapsed in our room, because that's what happens after flight delays and pints of beer and the kindness of other bloggers.
And, scene.
I couldn't believe that I had nearly 2500 friends to meet in the Hilton that night, so I kept turning to the Palinode and saying I'm so excited! and then wiggling in my seat, because my excitement exhibits itself like five-year-old who has to pee. Between that and my constant re-declaration I designed a book cover!, I'm really surprised that I didn't get jambed down an airplane toilet.
And when I saw my hometown fall away below the plane, I heaved a sigh and said We're going to New York! and What time do we get there again? and Do you think people will like me there? Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
Yeah, well, the excitement of heading to New York was tempered not long afterwards by Chicago's O'Hare airport.
The flight attendants had no customs forms for us to fill out ahead of time on the airplane, so we were delayed filling them out in the airport, which meant that we ended up getting stuck behind a hundred people entering the U.S. to go to an Indian wedding, which meant that it took over an hour-and-a-half to get through customs, which meant that we missed our connecting flight, which meant that we had to wait another two hours to catch the next flight, which lead to us taxi-ing out to the tarmac, where we were then told we still couldn't take off, and then they powered down the engines and fed us ice water that tasted like old milk while we patiently sweat out our time packed into a tiny tube of a plane for a while longer.
This is starting to sound like those parts of the Bible when everyone is begat-ing everyone. I apologize.
At any rate, we did finally land in Newark, New Jersey where we took a shuttle to the Hilton in New York, and our hearts and minds were set aright first by Angella D's friendly face and then by Bossy's late night cleavage.
There is nothing wrong with Bossy's cleavage.
Then, we lucked into some face time with Goon Squad Sarah, Greeblemonkey's husband, and Lauriewrites – pictured above – and Greeblemonkey and Mammaloves – pictured below.
And then we stumbled to our rooms after the bar made it clear that we should do so by refusing to sell us more alcohol and taking away the little electric candles and looking at us like we were really irritating. Luckily, it only takes us astute bloggers several pokes with cattle prods to figure out that it is time to go to bed.
And then we collapsed in our room, because that's what happens after flight delays and pints of beer and the kindness of other bloggers.
And, scene.
Reader Comments (12)
It was lovely to have met you, albeit for 2.4 minutes on the loud LOUD dance floor. Sorry for shouting in your ear. :)
Oh FUN! (Not the missed/delayed flight part) So glad you had a good first day! Looking forward to seeing the rest of the days too. :)
I was so excited to see you guys! I, too, hate airline travel and wiggle when I am excited. Or when I have to pee, take your pick.
I'm SO GLAD that we had a chance to sit and visit for a few before the whole "trying to get Linda a tattoo" adventure. You two are adorable.
The thought of sitting in a plane for an hour and a half doing nothing and going nowhere made me jittery just to think of it. Claustrophobia nightmare that.
Hi! We met for a hot minute when Keely introduced us in the hallway between sessions. She tells me you are a must read, so I've added you to my reader. Looking forward to it!
Okay, no fun on the travel side going there... and after that, CONGRATS on going to Blogher, hope it was amazing, I am dying to go!!!!
Write more about it, especially interested from a canuck point of view!
It's comforting to hear that someone else has the "i wonder if they'll like me" feeling. At my age, I think I should be past all tht (I'm 52) but somehow I still feel it. I wonder if it ever goes away?
When you got into Newark, you were in my neck of the woods! I'm just 90 minutes away in sunny south jersey.
Geesh that was fun.
I'm still swooning from meeting you. See? *swoon* That or you slipped me some of your flu meds. Either way, I remember it fondly.
Oh dea! You need to fly from Calgary. You clear customs at the airport here in Canada, easy peasy. Even if your flight is delayed for your connection your bags will be transferred for you and no problem. I know that you'd have to drive here, but it is so nice to do it before the flight.
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