I got the most incredible opportunity to meet with some of the Blissdom folks tonight.
Blissdom, you say? Is that some kind of new age fangled thing?
Nope...it's a conference for bloggers by bloggers. I didn't have tickets to go because with The Scribblers and The Grays needing my attention...well, you know how that goes. But then my phone croaked. Yes, croaked now known as Official BlogFrog ring tone...anyways, I digress...
Holly with The BlogFrog team invited me to come to dinner. As I pushed away from my own dinner table and rubbed my full gut, I thought..well, I guess I could eat again. I would hate to miss the opportunity to meet all these fantastic bloggers on the account of post-dinner belly swelling. The only problem was by the time I got the message I had just one hour to get ready (already in pjs with wet hair) and drive to OpryLand.
It was a scary whirlwind of action as I ran to the closet and began trying on something other than the Medela nursing tanks and yoga pants I have been living in postpartum. I turned on the blow dryer, had The Scribblers handing me make-up like nurses in an operating room and began the "my pants are too tight to get over my hips bouncy" dance.
Finally ready, I got the tweet telling me to meet her in the lobby. Here is a picture of the lobby...have you ever really had the urge to do Chopsticks or pull out your own version of "Great Balls Of Fire"...yeah, me too.
Anyways, I restrained myself much to the relief of the other patrons and began looking for Holly (who I have never met in person. All I knew was she was a blond lady.) I ended up asking this woman if she knew what Blissdom was and if she knew Holly...
Um yeah...that lady with the cut off face was not Holly and she knew what Blissdom was...she was the Great Alli Worthington and Blissdom...yeah, it's her conference *starstruck swoon*
So Holly sends me a message that she is sending Rustin to come get me. Uh...hello Rustin...you mean like, The Rustin from The BlogFrog. HolySchmoly!!!
So Rustin shows up and Oh My Goodness...he recognizes me...ME!!! (Squeal!!) So we start walking the 25 miles across the hotel to the restaurant and...OH MY SHOES!! Apparently while I was pregnant my feet expanded another size because firey burning blisters popping up in mile two of our jaunt.
And then there they were...my bloggy heros!!!
We chatted, laughed and discussed bacon...a lot. Then sadly it was my time to go...the pumpkin was going to change and all...and I left.
Did I mention I paid my bill?
Yup, I had forgotten that part and had to run (aching blisters) back to the table to get my tab paid. Nothing like meeting some of your heroes for the first time and stiffing them with the bill...
So now I am back at home and have my glass slippers off, miserable from two dinners in one night and thrilled with all my new friends. The night meant so much to me that I think I am going to take some skin off one of these blisters and put it in the scrapbook....or not....
If you big fish are reading this, thank you so much for a wonderful night and for your warm welcome to the bloggy world!! Let's do lunch...and I promise I will pay!!!