Well this is one majorly delayed post… blame my brain, or time, or something. 
Alas, I bring you my review of BlogHer’12, which in name alone should allude to massive hoards of women everywhere.
The Good
- I met PEOPLE.
- I met WOMEN who WRITE.
- I met amazing souls. Ahem, I’m speaking about this lovely group of ladies with whom I found myself in bed with at CheeseBurgHer (not like THAT. geeze).
I stumbled upon Sarah when we randomly sat down next to each other before Pres Obama’s video address to all us ladies, Thursday night. Turned out her roommate, Jacki, was also attending Social Luxe and nominated for a BlogLuxe award like me! We became cab buddies and the rest is champagne with gold flecks history. Losers FOREVER! Jacki and I met Faith that same night as well. And if you search hard enough, you might find some karaoke videos of the two of us (thankful for such expert quality and lack of focus on my red pants). We can’t forget Laura, who found my blog months before BlogHer and whom I just had to meet. Turns out she already knew many of these other ladies.
Birds of a feather? I think so.
And my roommates! Talk about quality ladies, right there. It doesn’t get much better than this when you’ve never met each other and decide to share a room for 4 days! Nicci, my bloggy bestie, turned out to be totally normal (hooray for no serial killers!) and we clicked from the moment I fell through the door. I said it before, but it’s a good thing she was preggo at this event, or else I can only imagine the trouble we might have gotten into together…
A HUGE shout out of thank you for putting up with me goes out to the Playdate Crashers, Jamie and Krista. I promise to not get your names mixed up again, anymore, too often. Awesome roommates, for sure.
Without listing everyone in my twitter feed, I must acknowledge the awesomeness of meeting Lyz, Katie, Tricia, Savannah, Jayme, Jen, Brandee, Miranda, Megan, John, & Duffy. Those are some good, quality people right there. And they were nice to me. Bonus.
The Bad
I don’t want to go all sour-puss on you or make you think that I hated my time at this conference, but I don’t see myself going back to another BlogHer. For all the good, the fun, the partying, the swag… I felt way too conscious of everyone else. In my efforts to network I realized how puny my blog, and myself, were/are – in the grand scheme of blogging things. I felt very insecure, very sucktastic, and extremely bad about myself and this blog. And HELLO?! That’s just the opposite of what BlogHer is supposed to, and can do, for you and your blog! I feel like BlogHer might not be for me. After all, I only went to 2 sessions since everything was just so jam packed full of people!
Also, if awards are going to be popularity contest, someone needs to let the losers know this ahead of time. coughSocialLuxecough
But the people. I luff those people who I only see in my computer and on my phone…
The Glitter
Take a few DJs, some cheeseburgers, sequins, craft supplies, strobe lights, cake, glow sticks, beds, a dance floor, and a whole mess of liquor and you have yourself some amahzing BlogHer parties. Both the private parties and the BlogHer hosted ones lead to some serious fun times and major memories.
In fact, if it wasn’t for Social Luxe, Jacki, Faith and I might not have found each other! Or the Pioneer Woman! or that other lady (Housewife?) from that other TV show (I’m so bad with names)…

And Hasbro knows how to throw a fun party!

Make it RAIN (monopoly money)!

And the swag was great…
But when it comes down to it, was it worth the time, money, and emotional investment? Sure I’m glad I went and met all these wonderful people. I wish I had steered clear of the cliques and actually slept more, too. I love being able to say I went and value what I do take away from it, but is that enough for a repeat performance? I have mixed emotions.
Until tickets go on sale for BlogHer13, I’ll sit back and laugh at these pictures. You have until then to convince me I need to go, again.








Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.


