As you all know, the BlogHer convention is going on in Chicago right now, as I am heading out of town for the weekend to visit Cora. Trust me, I'm VERY HAPPY to be going, but knowing that some of you will be running amok in my city, and I won't be here makes me feel like a bad host. (How's that for Catholic guilt?)
Well, I gate crashed the hotel, and then called a rock star bloggers cell. She answered! She had just gotten to the hotel from another party. (Partying like a rock star!) and she was in the lobby. 30 yard in front of me. As we talked, be eyes swept around until they finally focused on:
Yes, VodkaMom! THE VodakMom! Whoo-hooo and a WOOT WOOT!
And "yes" she's exactly like you think she's going to be, but extra so. We had a great conversation over a Captain and Diet for me, and a vodka and Diet Pepsi for her. We talked about YOU. We talked about Cora and I. We talked about her. We talked blog talk. (I preached the joys of Windows Live Writer). We talked about everything, and for at least half an hour.
But all too soon, our time was up. She needed to go register, and I needed to go home and pack for my to Seattle. But I will fondly remember the day I met the rock star.
Next up on the blogging meet-ups? ~E of ~E Deconstructed. Friday night. It's like BlogHer, the Road Trip or something.