- January 31, 2011
- 29 Comments
- Conferencing
10(ish) Signs that One Had a BLISSful Time at a Blog Conference
I figured I’d create a “top ten” list (give or take), since people seem to like top ten lists. But in random order because, is there any other way???
When one returns from a conference, swag is not the only thing that goes home… There are signs that Bliss was had…
- Blackmail pictures of one’s roommates:
This may or may not be Lucrecer of Art-Slam.
- The inability to un-smile. Kind-of like lock-jaw, but not really. Yeah. Not really at all.
- A state of mental fray that makes it hard to come up with good analogies and whathaveyouandsoforth so much.
- Utter. Total. Complete. Unbearable. Exhaustionivity.
- A deep sense of enlightened creativity… usually manifested by creative spellingsses.
- The shoes that one had once adored, have become an arch enemy. Literally… *rubs fallen arches*
- Denial. *bookmarks cute/hawt shoe links*
- One’s luggage is 10 pounds heavier upon check-out.
- I did not just call myself fat. I. I. At least I didn’t mean to.
- Where once there was a swagga in one’s step… there is a gimp.
- Cute. Shoes!!! *shakes fist at sky*
- A nonspecific example: The inability to recognize one’s airline gate is, say…. C6 and not C2… Perhaps at least until the gate attendant makes the first call for boarding. To LA… and “you” are flying to NOT LA. *wild eyes and panic*
- Can a person roll her eyes at oneself?
- Yes. Yesithinkonecan.
- When a recovering conference-goer enters a public space (grocery store, kids’ school, the gym, airport security…)… she introduces herself as her Twitter handle and mayormaynot say something like, “HI! WOOHOO!!!” to clerks wearing name tags… including but not limited to anyone wearing a cute headband, necklace, fabulous shoes, glitter or actively texting/facebooking/tweeting.
- Hugs for everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- EVvvvvvvvERYONE.
- *cue shame*
- Not related *eye twitches*… the security people at the Nashville airport are REALLY, really nice people.
- Confusion.
- Or not.
- What?
- Throbbing feet.
- 50% of stored text messages read: “where r u?”, “xoxo” or “DANCING???”
- There is an overwhelming urge to never, ever, never ever want to wear make-up or cute shoes ever again.
- For The Ever.
- An a un-nerving urge to chop off one’s feet The need for a good foot soak.
- Swollen eyes.
- No.
- MORE swollenener.
- The over-use of suffixesses.
- esssesses.
- That may just be me.
- Did you know it is impossible to eat while talking, tweeting, video-ing and talking, dancing and also laughing, or maybe spraying glitter… Hitherhencetofore, I want to make-out with my scale every time I come home from a conference. For about 2 days. Then I go right back to wanting to choke it out.
- I hear that some spend weeks untagging dozens of pictures in Facebook, which may or may not have anything to do with drink ticket redemption and/or wardrobe malfunctions and/or the inability to dance with one’s mouth closed. Including but not limited to pictures like:
Photo “courtesy” Lucrecer of Art-Slam
- I have no idea who that person is in that picture.
- What?
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- Forgetfulness.
- Having to invest in new toiletry items… because one may or may not have stayed out until 3 a.m. and there may or may not have been enough brain juice left to remember to check the shower for her over-priced razor and other secrets of the trade.
- Weeping.
- But not about leg hair.
- Weeping at the airport gate when saying goodbye to one’s roomie, who… by the way… only lives an hour away. It is just hard to recognize reality say goodbye after a conference.
- One may feel/look a lot like death. But only for a few weeks.
- Post-conference text messages consume one’s phone… “I LOVE YOU XOXOXOXOXO… OMG I MISS YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!”
- Then one may or may not get an email from one’s husband saying you went over your texting limit.
- So you tap your Twitter DM vein to keep your conference high going and not get grounded from your phone.
- Again.
- The kids. Aw…. the sweetness. The love… “MOMMY’S HOME!!!!!!”
- And within 5 minutes. FIVE. MINUTES… “What are we doing, Mom? She hit me Mom! Can I have candy? So-n-so’s jumping on the trampoline with roller skates!”, etc…
- At least there were 5 minutes.
- Ahhhh… the blog conferences…. THE GLORIOUS BLOG CONFERENCE!
- And lastly…
- #10… math. LAME. Nobody puts Baby Jenny in a corner! 10. 10? I’m a blogger. A wordsmith. Not a mathematician. You’ll never find ME at a math convention. Nor making a list with only 10 things.
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oh, I’m so jealous. I’d take the sore feetses and everything, instead of languishing here in the land of sheep.
We could rub each others’ feet. Or just laugh at each other.
I’m super glad you had a good time!
YAY!
Maybe someday I will get to go to Blissdom.
Yes, Someday…I WILL got to Blissdom!
You will… you will
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I am totally cracking up, cause this is so so true!
I mayormaynot have left all of my goodies in the shower.
My Twitter DM stream is more populated than my phone’s Text Messaging.
I gave away 2 pair of very cute shoes before leaving Blissdom.
My child was an angel for 5 minutes and was in need of disciplinary action within 15.
Hahahaha!
I loves you
I miss you
We rocked that dance floor like teenagers
MISS YOU ISS YOU
*blowing kisses*
HILARIOUS.
Great to meet you this weekend.
(Also, I never lose weight at conferences. I think it’s the vodka)
Like wise… there was a time for me and the Vodka… now I’m just so old if I do too much… I would surely DIE!
Sounds like a blast! I am hoping to attend someday!
Oh Tammy! yes, yes, yes! You would LOVE it.
yes to all of it, but especially to the text messages, shoes and i hate makeup and hair product.
Been basking in the glow of being natural ALL DAY!
Good lord, woman! It’s no wonder you are exhausted & your poor feet hurt. I’m pretty sure every time I saw you, you were shaking your rump. I’m not even kidding. I’m not complaining though- you’re fun to watch.
Well, yes… that’s why I felt fine not working out. Kinda figured I got some good cardio in – heh heh
I’m just afraid of what you may have seen *wink* 
Next time I will shake it with you my dear. I seriously missed out on that part – my favorite part! I have no idea how to put on makeup so that never is a problem. The problem is I look like a 10 year old girl who’s a lot older than 10 all the time. As I age – perhaps I should learn to wear makeup. Can’t wait to see you again!
Oh sweetheart… glad you made it home, but sad you had to leave. And yeah – you are blessed… forever young! And you so don’t need make-up … LUCKY!
Yes!!! (Especially to the cute, high-heeled shoes part of it. Ugh.)
Loved hanging out with you a bit this year!
Oh Angie – same here. Meeting you was a highlight for me. Have wanted to for a very long time
yes…. exhaustion is where I’m at!
Oh my word big bird. I am snorting loudly and getting scared looks from my kids. One of whom rushed up to greet me yesterday with, “oh you’re home? Can I have some money?” Sadly, he is only 5. sigh
My sistah. {hold me}
You better be glad I love you as much as I do! I miss you and Maya a whole bunch. I have been talking about you both since I got home. I told my 9 year old she would love you to pieces and she said, “Is it because Jenny likes glitter?” I said, “You better believe it!”
Looks and reads like you had a GREAT time. Love the pics. Ahem.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Oh so funny.. I am so glad that your aching feet and partied out self made your way back home. Need to see you soon!
Jenny – you are ALWAYS the highlight of any trip you are on! You simply ROCK. And I adore/stalk you.
Haaa. So nice to meet you, neighbor!!