During a time in which all eyes are upon Harry Potter and his latest and last book, I’ve got another thing I’m counting down to. BlogHer. Between the two events, I feel like I’m losing my mind. When I’m not unnaturally obsessed with one, I’m unnaturally obsessed with the other. At no point do I feel free to be unnaturally obsessed with “Scott Baio is 45… and Single!” on VH1 (though I did watch it last night and loved the heck out of it). I’m sure those of you who aren’t going to BlogHer are sick to death of hearing about it already. And those of you who are going are busy finalizing your own packing lists and planning your own trips and could care less about mine. But, this is my blog and my blog reflects my obsession(s) and right now this definitely qualifies.
What the heck am I going to pack? I haven’t been able to buy anything new for the trip, which isn’t a big deal. But it would have been nice. I’ve already decided I’ll wear sneakers on the plane because I’ve heard they now make you take your shoes off when you go through security and I have no interest in letting my bare feet touch those nasty airport floors. I’m thinking maybe jeans for travel day so my legs won’t have to touch any scary airport surfaces. Maybe I should just take some Purel along with me and be done with it, what do you think? Except, shoot, I would have to make sure it’s no bigger than a 3oz sized bottle or else they’ll take it from me.
I’m planning to check my luggage (yes, I’ll be playing that particular roulette game, hoping my bags meet me at my destination) so that I don’t have to worry about the whole liquid thing. Or about lugging that awful thing through Denver airport. I’ll just be carrying on my laptop bag (and there was this CAH-UTE pink and black laptop bag at Walmart that I wanted but I didn’t get to get that either) so I can avoid as much complication and stress as possible.
I’m going to pack my various thongs (and I do mean the shoes, not the underwear) though I don’t know if I’ll be wearing them all or not. I will be packing at least one “nicer” outfit. I’ve been invited to a special dinner Friday night at the W which I’m told is “swanky” and that adjective alone kinda scares me so I’ll need to look like I wear more than t-shirts and jeans on occasion. I think I have the perfect top in mind, and I could wear either my peep toe pumps (which I never wear because they are high heels) or my kitten heeled sandals with that. My hair and makeup? Ugh. I’ve never been able to do my own hair or makeup with out making myself look like a 4th Street hooker so we’ll see. I know what I’ll be wearing on Friday to the conference, at least, but not so much on Saturday (when I’ll be “speaking”). I’m sure it’ll resolve itself before the time comes. I hope.
Still worried about getting to and from the airport but trying to remain confident that that is another detail which will work itself out. At the very least, I should be able to ride the train and while the idea makes me a little nervous (big city, unfamiliar territory, lots of walking), it’s at least an option. I will be surrounded by unfamiliar faces for three+ days straight and thousands of miles from my family and comfortable surroundings. Thank god Zoot will be there, and I plan to hide behind her at every opportunity I get (until she tells me to stop, that is).
There are a few people that I’m looking forward to seeing and a few people that I’m very sad to hear aren’t going. I want to get the most I possibly can out of this. I don’t want to turn my back on either opportunity or fun. I want to learn and grow and relax and enjoy. BlogHer is upon me. You must promise me this: If you’re there and you see me (standing there looking petrified, most likely), you must come up and say hi. Deal?
