I’ve been away from the blogs lately as my son recently participated in the Junior Olympics, playing water polo. It so happened that this event was held in San Jose!
Here’s a view of the city from our room.
Here’s the roof, the 26th.
Trust me, we got a group rate. Without it, I would never be able to afford this place where they nickel and dime you to death, including WiFi at $7.95 per night.
What you don’t see in this picture is that next door to this hotel is the Convention Center, where lo and behold, the BlogHer Convention was being held.
Same city, same weekend. And right next door?
Friends, this is…
Soon after I arrived, I wandered over to the convention center, and texted my blogging friends. They were in the “Voices of the Year” event. During the wait, I made some mental notes about BlogHer. Fanciful dresses and shoes were big! I felt a tad underdressed in my shorts. Also, a requirement, a prominent badge worn around each participant’s neck. When asked if I had a badge, I simply nodded and looked away. Who knew meeting my blogging friends would turn out to be a covert operation?
My husband and two kids walked over with me to the convention center. Of course, they all stuck out like a sore thumb, being male, and well, kids, especially since my son snaked some hors d’oeuvres. That, my friends, was the last straw. The security guard promptly questioned my husband, tempers flared, and my husband called the guard an asshole, all in the course of a few minutes. I was shocked. The guard hardly seemed threatening in his pink shirt. I guess he’s not really a guard. Boss man then?
I explained to the boss man that I was about to meet my blogging friends, whom I have known for about two years, and I would be meeting them for the very first time. He looked into my eyes, and we clicked. He understood. He told me I could stay as long as I needed to.
Just a few minutes more and Dawn from Tales from the Motherland came into the lobby. I was immediately gushing with joy. I was so happy to see her. We had never spoken, and have only known each other through our writing. We hugged, and sat down among the life-sized, standing posts, celebrating the “Voices of the Year.” What a place for us to meet! I think if I saw one of my posts in this manner it might be kind of magical. BlogHer did it up right.
Immediately, we relaxed and talked about BlogHer, Friday Fictioneers, writing conferences, the social media factor for writers, and blogging past, present, and future while sipping on champagne and partaking of hors d’oeuvres. It felt like we knew each other for years. It was fun to hear Dawn talk. Our relationship now included audio, another layer, as well as seeing her physically. She has a lot of spunk, and was lovely to talk to.
In a short while, Emily from The Waiting fame emerged into the scene. I spotted her instantly because earlier in the day, I saw what she was wearing in a Facebook status. And there she was in front of me. We embraced and got more champagne. I realized soon that Emily has an accent. Well, of course, she’s from Tennessee. It just never registered. I will forever read her blog now hearing her accent. In all the mixing of selfies and drinking and eating, Emily took time to remark that she liked my writing because it was clean, which I take as a huge compliment coming from Emily. Thank you, Emily.
And, of course, we took photos to preserve the moment.
Kylie from the The Life of Kylie came next into our circle, because that is what it soon became and we all hugged and took more selfies. Funny none of our phones had much battery power, and my phone eventually ran out of juice. Kylie was just as I pictured her, warm and genuine.
I felt bubbly inside talking to my blogging friends in real life. My only regret about our meeting was that it was much too short. Dawn, Emily, and Kylie are incredibly talented writers, and all Freshly Pressed multiple times. Emily and Kylie were both given nods for the “Voices of the Year” at BlogHer. If you haven’t met them be before, you must go to their blogs and visit.
Ladies, it was an honor to meet all of you. I hope it won’t be the last time we see each other. It was a special day, and I’m so happy I can call you my friends.