Whew. So, I totally came to Blogher to meet Nancy. Nancy. What can I say. She's everything I dreamed and more. You know I can't resist a woman with silver-painted toenails and she has the tiniest hands but, whew, look out when she smiles! Gorgeous girl, I'm in love... good thing, too, considering that we're apparently lesbian lovers with kids between us(go read the comments on the Duggar Debate post comments where, apparently, I'm supposed to be insulted to be called a lesbian). But the best part was the talking like we'd been in-person friends our whole lives. So, yes, I met Nancy and we hung out and it was fabulous. Mission accomplished. Looking forward to more of that today.
I met some other fabulous women, as well. Roo, from Roo the Day, has the most unbelievably gorgeous hair- I think I will always associate her in my head with that long, thick, dark ponytail that, damn, I wish I had. She definately has the presence about her to carry off that hair. I get the sense that you'd better watch out when that hair comes down. I met Dawn, from I'm Doing the Best I Can. When she walked up, I watched the people around me, who are apparently familiar with her blog(s), light up. She clearly falls on people's scales somewhere between highly esteemed and goddess. She is strangely unassuming and yet absolutely entertaining to talk to. Jen, from Once More... With Feeling was cracking me up(I know, I know.. hard to do) but really. And so then I go to check out her blog because, well, we're the same age and stuff, and she wrote a little vignette of this guy in Starbucks who whipped out his NYLON WITH VELCRO WALLET and you know, she's my friend for life now because you know how I feel about velcro in general let alone a NYLON WITH VELCRO WALLET. That was the first thing I had to do to groom Dean as a boyfriend: bye bye nylon and velco, hello leather(really, dear, are you still in 7th grade? No?). And she was wearing the absolute cutest shoes so I felt like we were kindred spirits. Can you be my friend if you don't appreciate good shoes? Yes, but you won't have nearly as much fun shopping with me.
All in all, what a marvelous time to be surrounded by witty, intelligent women with opinions. I love you, darlings, I love you all. And look, I'm not even drunk when I say that!
Blogher has, so far, been an interesting experience in that I've come to realize what a strange and hierarchical community the blog-O-sphere actually is. There are, apparently, all these fabulous rock-star-bloggers that I'm missing out on worshipping daily. But whatever, I read who I read and am otherwise clueless.
Back on the homefront, I'm going to sneak off for a bit today and go feed and turn out Cosette and Apollo. Hopefully, Dean will survive the day with the girls. I did all the laundry before I left so no one should be running around naked. Geez, whenever I think of people running around naked, Herman running around his cage without his shell on pops into my head and I get a little sad. That's sad that naked people have been ruined, at least temporarily, for me.