I cried three times today.
First, I was notified that I was no longer on the waitlist for Blogher and I get to go! So, I did what every blogger does when she hears good news, I cried. Then I wrote about it.
Second, the realization that I’ve taken more than a 50% pay cut since I applied for the waitlist hit me in the pit of my stomach. We can’t afford for me to go to Blogher. I did what every blogger does when she hears bad news, I cried. Then I wrote about it.
Third, I called my husband and told him the good news and the bad news. We both agreed to starve, put off oil changes, skip some outings and our medications and carpool in order to buy my entry into the Blogging Convention of the World! Then I cried again. Then I tweeted and facebooked about my wonderful news. Now I’m writing about it.
In my head I’ve painted a wonderful picture that Blogher will be like the colorful candy store at the mall where you fill your bag with a little of this and little of that. You like pink jelly bellys? Here’s an eighth of a pound. Gummy Oranges? Here ya go. Fill ‘er up!
Now I just need to find a hostel or a homeless shelter to crash at and pack some sack lunches and dinners. I’ll also need to find some parties with an open bar or with a “Bring Your Own…” on the invitation.
If this is the ideal blogger buffet that I have imagined, I’ll get a chance to meet (and maybe even talk to) this blogger, this one, this one, these gals, this one, this one, this one and this one.
OHMYFREAKINGGOSH! I’M GOING TO BLOGHER!