BlogHer Regrets | slackermama . com

There aren’t many this year. Last year, there was a lot that I felt was missing and the letdown afterward was sharp. This year, the only letdown I feel is the constant notion that I’ve left behind something valuable. And that is? Friends. God, I had such a good time. I was exhausted beyond belief a majority of the time, but even at my most sleepy, I was having an absolute blast. I missed my family with a sharp fervor almost every moment, but I was surrounded by beautiful women who also missed their families with a sharp fervor and we commiserated in that together. Can I get an “Amen”?

But I do have regrets about the conference, now that it’s over here. Here are a few of the notable ones.

I didn’t get to meet Frema! I was looking for her, I swear. But I didn’t go to the Day 1 cocktail party and I fear that was probably my best chance.
I missed a lot of the panels on Day 2. I was just trying to stay afloat by then. I also missed the lunch with Jillian Michaels and I now sorta wish I’d done that. I wish I’d been more on it and gotten in on the Ways and Means panel. The last panel I went to was cute, but a little too touchy feely for me and I think I could have found a better one.
I didn’t try to at least get an up-close picture of Elizabeth Edwards when she stopped by the cocktail party on Day 2.
I also didn’t investigate the t-shirt creation station at the Day 2 cocktail party or do any of the nifty Dove things they had there.
I regret that stupid $20 cab ride from the W to the City Centre.
I regret not talking Zoot into coming along with me to the W for the Real Simple dinner/party. I think she would have enjoyed it and as much as I enjoyed it, I might have enjoyed it even more if she were there.
I didn’t get to explore Chicago more, or even browse around on the “Magnificant Mile”.
I don’t feel that I took near enough pictures.
It would have been nice to stay at the W, but considering the deal we got on the City Centre, I am NOT going to complain. But it sure looked swanky!
I didn’t see Nancy from Mom, Ma’am, Me this year.
I’m not sure that I partied nearly as much as I should have.
I regret not realizing that a flight that is going to be over 3 hours long should really only be attempted by riding in business or first class, not coach.

I think that’s all but really, that’s enough, isn’t it? For what it’s worth, I have a lot more “I’m glad’s” than I do regrets. And if you’re tired of hearing about BlogHer from everyone already? My apologies but for the next day or so I’m unlikely to have much else on my mind.

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