The Highlights

Ok, I swear, this is it. No more talking about BlogHer. After, of course, I tell you all the best parts.

The only way rooming with Lady M could have been been any better is if she'd brought the petticoats. I had a blast with her. It wasn't weird or awkward meeting her in person, it was more like reconnecting with an old friend from college. She is exactly like her blog--warm, welcoming, thoughtful, kind, and just a lot of fun.

I was twice rescued by kind strangers who took pity on my wallet full of Canadian money. First, Barbara took pity on a fellow citizen and traded me so that I could pay for my business cards (I have business cards!) and stop feeling like a dork every time someone handed me her card and politely waited for me to reciprocate. Then, after I crashed Carrisa's dinner, CPA Mom insisted on trading me an American twenty for "the blue one and the purple one" out of my wallet even though I tried to convince her that even without the exchange it was a very bad deal (she got $15 Canadian dollars). Apparently she didn't know our money comes in a variety of colours and just liked it. Plus, her husband collects currency, so I guess she can use it as his souvenir.

I wasn't at the party where they put the panties on Her Bad Mother's head, but I was at the one down the hall where we taught Lady M and Jenny how to let the bubbles melt, shot a vaguely pornographic promo for MBT, and got our second warning from hotel security before we were even aware we'd gotten our first.

I saw Her Bad Mother wearing a McDonald's bag like a tiara and not only did she know who I am, she announced to the hallway that I was going to join MommyBlogsToronto I was flattered, but put it down to the cocktails and the love. But since she just said it again in the comments, I am making an official announcement before she can come to her senses. I'm going to write for MBT!!!!

Izzymom bought me a drink. And I didn't even spill it on myself when she told me she'd read my blog.

I skived off of the final session each day in favour of primping for the cocktail parties, because I'm vain like that. I don't get to get dressed up very often--my look varies between "Mom" and "Teacher"--so I was not about to miss the opportunity to go to cocktail parties looking my best (for those of you who saw me there, that's it. That's the best I can do.). Of course, this meant that I missed the Momosphere session, which was a bummer, because I heard great things about it. But the tradeoff was that I looked pretty good in my own version of the Traveling Pants ($5 at the thrift store and they give me the ass I will never bother to work out for and legs that are way longer than mine really are) and Payless sandals. With apologies to Catherine, Chris, and Lena, it was totally worth it.

I didn't bring my camera, but there are pictures of me all over flickr. Most notably my feet--I have a tendancy to take my shoes off in just about any situation. It's a quirk--and my ass. Seriously, it looked awesome in those jeans.

I met Scholastic people! Let me repeat that. I met Scholastic people.Like, people who work for Scholastic. At their head office in New York. I had lunch with them, and partied with them and they gave me their emails, totally unaware that I will now stalk them. Well, not really. But maybe....Scholastic, people!

Ok, I promise not to blather on anymore, but I had such a great four days I couldn't not give you the highlights. Man, I hope I can go back next year!

Comments

I agree. The $5 jeans were impressive!

It is impossible not to love Lady M at first sight. You got that right. Althought I admit a wee bit of concern about the lack of economic sense of anyone going by CPA Mom...

Well, CPA Mom was drunk. Very, very drunk. But swore the next day when she was sober that she didn't want a do over. I did offer.

Ha! This is your last post and I haven't even written my first one yet. *makes L sign over forehead*

I didn't know you were Lady M's roomie. She's a doll.

It was so nice to meet the woman behind Solo Mom and I agree, your butt was stunning in those jeans!

I'm pretty sure that every post you write for MBT needs to include a picture of you in nipple pasties.

Just a thought.

I saw your ass. You're right. Awesome. Flickr rules. ;)

*smiles knowingly*

So great to meet you too. And your ass.

It was great meeting you. Welcome to MBT!

don't feel bad about writing about the experience, I am getting to live it through you, although by the sounds of it some things were, you just had to be there moments!
Thanks for the words of advice on my blog by the way, catch you again soon.
Hugs from me and the girls

You're so funny, I'm reading your Scholasticholic post right now.

It was so wonderful to meet you too! (Apologies for my MIA recap - it's been crazy . . .) Can't wait to see our MBT promo videos to go live. And congratulations on writing for their site!

I love the Traveling Pants books too - can't wait for #4 to come out in paperback.

I wish I had the confidece to compliment my own body without feeling ashamed or disgusted at myself. Or being nervous that others may find it unapologetically self absorbed! You are who I long to be. Kudos!

That's me, "unapologetically self-absorbed." Sorry, but I'm a blogger; it's in my nature :)

Hey, now wait a minute, Mom-101, that sounds like a slur on my good name....

I did indeed know Canada had different color bills and I am aware of the exchange rate - I think I STILL owe Vodkarella .66 from my paying her in Canadian $ instead of US$.

I was just trying to add to my collection of foreign money. My husband was in the Navy and we have a ton from all over the world.

That said, Solo Mom did say she was going to make up the difference with coin money from Canada and I never did receive any...see I was drunk, but not THAT drunk

BTW, your jeans really were HOT

You were drunk, and adorable, and had brilliant insights into Harry Potter.

I have had an envelope sitting here since BlogHer with a loonie, a toonie, a selection of quarters--the veterans one, the hockey one of course, the inuksuk one, and I think the holding hands one--a nickel, a dime- and a penny. But I lost the card the address when the cannibals...err, I mean children, scavenged my bag. Email me and they are yours.

Oh, and CPA mom could do my taxes anytime!