I know. You weren’t there. Yes. You can skip this if you’re bitter about it.

by statia on August 9, 2010

Yeah, so.  My first Blogher.   I feel obliged to write about it, because hey, that’s what you do, right?  Rub it in for the people that didn’t or couldn’t go.

From a first timer perspective, it was both overwhelming, and underwhelming.  Overwhelming because whoa.  2500 something bloggers all in one hotel for a conference, and you know that’s not even a fraction of how many bloggers there are in this world.   I’ve been blogging for how many years?  And when I first started, there probably weren’t even 2500 bloggers total, at that time.  Or maybe there were, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it.    And if they blogged, chances are, I had heard of them.  Not so much the case here.

It was underwhelming because of course there are people there who Think They Are So Important.  And maybe some are, but yeah, cliquish, and that’s bound to happen.  Think an all girls Catholic school.   I was happy I got to meet some new people, and sad that it was so big that I didn’t get to see people I really wanted to meet.   Next year, I need to make an effort to do that.   This year, I was sort of stupefied.

I am in love with my roommates, though, because they let me corndog them repeatedly and also?  Fondling.  And lube.  And that’s all I’ll say about that.

And I won’t bore you with all the parties, and the fact that my liver is pickled, and my colon really hates me, and I miraculously managed to not gain any weight.   I’ll  let the pictures speak for themselves.


Donna and Rougie decide that Irish Car bombs were necessary.  I don’t even want to know how much they were hurting the next morning.


Shelly and Donna are like, “Dude, I love you scho mush, man.


Seriously, MORE Irish Car Bombs?


Kathy makes blogging conferences look hot.


Kathy and Joelle, getting raped in the ass by $15 drinks at the bar.  And not looking like they’re the least bit in pain.


Not sure what the deal is, but I can’t take a single picture where I don’t look like I’m being snuck up on by a clown.


And because if you’re going to go to the museum of natural history, and you happen to look up and see giant horse balls, you simply must take a picture of them.

I’m kind of remiss that I didn’t take more pictures.  I thought for sure I had, but I guess I was so busy pickling my liver and making an ass out of myself, that I didn’t really notice.   I guess there’s always next year.  Or I wait to see what shows up on the internet.  Good thing I’m way past showing my boobs to everyone.


Veronica August 10, 2010 at 5:42 am

Blogher is one of those things I’m always bitter about not attending. Damn that giant ocean.

It sounds like you had a great time however!

Shelly August 10, 2010 at 7:30 am

I miss you, asshole.

Betty M August 10, 2010 at 10:16 am

Sounds like you had a riotous time. One question – do you get to choose your BlogHer room mates or is it pot luck?
And seriously there is a cocktail called an Irish Car Bomb?! You’d never get away with that over here.

bitca August 10, 2010 at 10:43 pm

I love you cause you took a picture of those balls.

Stacia August 11, 2010 at 3:58 pm

You can’t go to NYC and not have a $15 drink. It’s like a right of passage or something. Welcome home to you and your liver and colon!

Siera August 11, 2010 at 6:14 pm

Looks like a helluva a lot of fun, Irish car bombs and all! I am not jealous (well maybe I am of the Irish car bombs) I wanted to go when I had my own domain but considering I am an anonymous blogger I don’t know how the hell that would’ve worked. And if there was such a thing as a Z-list blogger I’d be on that list. So I’d know nobody, and nobody would know me. I’d be better off planning a NYC see trip with the girls.

Stimey August 15, 2010 at 11:55 am

I didn’t do any of that stuff. Man.

I will, however, be checking under statues for the rest of my life. Awe.Some.

Chris August 17, 2010 at 12:03 pm

Nice balls.

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