As many of you know, I am going to leaving for BlogHer next Thursday. I am really excited about it. I am expecting my fancy new business cards and my giveaways to arrive early next week.
(I am SO worked up about my Sarah and the Goon Squad key chain bottle openers that I could just scream. Every time I think about them I want to jump up and down like a little kid. If they get here and they look stupid I will be devastated. Wait – what the hell was I just talking about. Oh, right.)
So I am really excited to go to Chicago next week and see all of the people I met last year and meet a bunch of new people who are going this year.
If you are a blogger you are probably either 1) going too, 2) wish you were going, or 3) think the whole thing is stupid, but at least you know what I am talking about.
Anyway, I was at the pool this afternoon with my neighbor. Not one of the crazy ones, but one I really like. We were talking about ding something with the kids next week and I said Well, I leave for Chicago on Thursday.
So she said: Oh you guys are going to Chicago?
Me: No just me. I’m going to a conference.
This is where things get sketchy. She knows I don’t have a job. I know I have mentioned writing on the internet before, but I’m not sure she knows about my blog. If she does, I’m guessing she has a real life and doesn’t read blogs all day long.
This is the part where I stammer.
It’s a blogging conference. For women. Um. One of the websites I write for hosts a big conference each year for women bloggers. It is called BlogHer.
And I know every word that comes out of my mouth makes me sound more like one of those Star Trek convention people. (Hi Melissa! – My friend Melissa, who is having a birthday today is in the credits of Trekkies II. She is the one that says Gabriel, I hope you are having sex. Happy birthday Melissa. )
(It it just me or am I out of control with all of the italics and parentheses on this post. What the hell?)
I guess what I want to know is this. How do you deal with real life, regular people. Do you tell them you blog? Do you tell them you go to blogging conventions. Do you tell them you met some of your closest friends on the internet? Or do you just shut up, say you are going to Chicago to hang out with some of your girlfriends, and leave it at that?