March 26, 2007
I had an incredible time at Blogher Business. I learned so much, about things I didn’t even know that were out there to learn about. I talked to so many incredibly smart women who are smarter and more savy than I could ever hope to be.
There were many times when I looked around and felt very mom-like. I’m not saying that in a bad way, just as a matter of fact. Like I was looking at the path not traveled. Like I was a poser. “What are you doing out of the house during the day wearing grown-up clothes and nice shoes? Get back in your house with your kids where you belong!”
And these are people whose blogs I will from this point on be stalking mercilessly.
Kristin, who brought her 5 week old baby. I tried to sneak him home in my bag of schwag. It was so awesome to meet her since we never got to meet in San Jose and the shirts she made for me from her t-shirt business went home with someone else. An event which neither of us completely understand.
Jen who is Kristin’s sister and the most calm and peaceful person I have met in a long long time. I wanted to stick her in my bag too.
Isabel, who kept grabbing my arm and saying, “Seven, really? Seven?” and Liz made sure we went out to eat at a great restaurant when they realized Mir and I were planning on grabbing something from the deli next door to the hotel and eating in our room. And though I had to revive Mir when the bill came, it was well worth it.
Megan, Beth, and Rita had the unique fun of having dinner out a restaurant with me while I tried in vain to conceal my panic attack over the the thought of eating food not prepared by me. They reassured me that the chef would not want to kill me.
The whole food thing was stressful, though Mir made sure that I was fed and watered, even when I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone, and promised to stab me with my Epi-pen should it come to that.
Our last night in NYC we went out to a restaurant where I had the pleasure of being served the smallest steak ever. Seriously, when it came to the table I couldn’t stop laughing. Elisa, being a vegan, could eat nothing at the restaurant except for a salad. Luckily, I could have the steak with my salad.
There are so many other things I could write about. And other people I met who I should link to. But my children are busy stuffing their faces with the gold foil covered chocolate coins that I brought back to buy their love, and really I should supervise it. After spending all that time with “Fun Daddy” I thought I had better do something, lest I lose them forever.
Although my daughter was happy since I think I successfully bought her every cute outfit in her size that I came across in NYC. Along with two more pair of shoes. I just whisper occasionally to her, “Daddy doesn’t like shoes.” No, I have no scruples.
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