But they fail when trying to describe something like BlogHer10. So I resort to using them in bullets, also not quite adequate. I offer here a mosaic of the people that made the conference so heady for me. In no particular order:
The blogger who brought me the most perfect gift from the farthest away: Eden (Addendum: Her sister is equally awesome.)
Extroverting: Very hard for an introvert like me to do exercises like “speed dating.” I hate it when the person I’m talking to is glancing around the room for someone more advantageous for her to speak with. And, I admit, I am prone to doing the same. Everyone talks but no one listens. I get jittery under my skin during exercises like this.
Social networking and other gobbledygook. Several hundred people crammed into a breakout room for a session on DIY audience building. I was again urged to get on Twitter and to Kirtsy, to Digg It and to StumbleUpon. And other bloggedy things that flew right past me.
That’s because Mel was bothering me, and because I was busy joining Twitter.
Surreal: Abbycadabby (Sesame Street) is here, pimping photos with her. I think I saw her and the Michelin Man — also pimping photos of his marshmallowy, rubber-selling self — canoodling in the corner.
I did not join in the photofest.
Grrrrl power: these sponsors are REALLY good to us. I’ve gotten my laptop tuned up, a massage, a face makeover, a whole bag o’ swag, and lots of other wooing by companies slobbering for the power of the woman blogger. As a group, we are mighty. Hear us roar.
Dooce and Redneck Mommy: I met Heather Armstrong! Well, by “met” I mean I was in the same room with her. And by “room” I mean a ballroom big enough for 1500 people. And by “I” I mean me and 1100 other awestruck bloggers. She is very charming and witty, as you’d expect, and very centered. That’s the part I really admire. She seems to have a firm sense of herself and her boundaries.
My cousin is a big fan of Redneck Mommy (I dare you to read a post of hers and not laugh out loud), so now I can lord my brush with RNM over her.
F2F: The BEST part of BlogHer was adding the 3rd dimension to my familiarity with the following people.
Pamela is statuesque, composed, contemplative and well-spoken. She is also brilliant, able to not just think on her feet, but analyze on her feet. She is truly committed to making the world a little easier for the IF ladies who come after us, to demarginalize the infertile experience. Being with her feels like being in a pool of graciousness.
Melissa. Even more fabulous than you’d expect. Made EVEN MORE fabulous by the fact that she is completely oblivious to her fabulousness. I find it hilarious that this very petite Jew was charged with herding we three Amazon-Catholic**-types. I’m sure she could kick all our butts if necessary.
And she has an awesome husband.*
Luna. I loved basking in her gentle energy. Luna oozes kindness, knows her way around San Francisco, and also has an awesome husband. Good peoples. I completely “get” why I am drawn to her blog — I am drawn to her.
Frenchie: I flatter myself to call Frenchie my twin. She is also tall, with dark hair, and she has an amazing adoption story (she was matched the same day she turned in her profile!). I about sprayed my gin & tonic on Luna when Frenchie muttered under her breath about the Swedish-goddess cocktail waitress in the barely there black dress, “Stop being so pretty!”
Michell: Battynurse (so called because she was once a phlebotomist) regaled us with tales of her experiences as a traveling nurse. So great that she took the time to come in and meet, and to put a face with the lime-haloed cat.
Amber came to the session to support us. She squeezed a quick trip into her full schedule and had to leave shortly thereafter, so I just got a taste of her wonderfulness. Gotta get me more.
Cheryl: my friend from the years I lived in Japan, and my wine-tasting buddy from the Spring. It meant so much to me that she came to our session to support me. Whenever I got nervous, I looked at Cheryl as my touchstone.
Roger: my husband attended the session! Not easy, I suppose, to join a room full of ladies likely to talk about their ovaries, uterii, and fallopian tubes. I hope it didn’t irk him much when I publicly mentioned my vajayjay. His presence made the panel session perfect.