I arrived in San Diego a bit terrified. Truthfully, I was trying to remember why I thought this whole, go to a strange city by myself to hang out with 125 women I don’t know, thing was a good idea. I spent the night before holed up in my room with my laptop and my free wireless and enjoyed a quiet night by myself watching a Monk Marathon. I wondered if maybe, next time, I could save the money on the flight and the convention ticket and just tell my Mr that I was going, but really? Just get a hotel down the street.
I could sit in my underwear and read blogs and eat junk food in peace and then go home the next day and tell him I needed to nap because I was hung over from partying with the Mommy Bloggers and then go spend the $$ I saved on shoes.
Brilliant plan! For next time. But this time, since I was already here, I would take a deep breath and go in and hide in the back and listen in and see if I could learn anything.
Assigned seating. Awesome. I don’t have to worry about sitting in the back by myself.
Introduce ourselves the table of 12?
Fine. I can do this.
“I blog about… um, well, infertility… and um… my toddler and .. um… moving from the city .. to um.. the … um… a, um, small town… and my job…. as a Professional Dominatrix.”
I know! Totally eloquent!
So when the response was… “really?” I have to wonder if they were thinking “Wow! She’s a Dominatrix. How exotic!” Or… and at this point, this one is TOTALLY more likely, “Wow. Really? Cause she is totally inarticulate and sorta weird and has a twitch and a stutter and seems to sweat a lot.”
The day flew by and I met so many amazing women and learned oh SOO much. Everyone was friendly and complimented my shoes and my fabulous orange jacket and no one handed my business card back.
Although, I did not check the trash in the bathroom.
So they could be there.
Tomorrow I’ll post a list of bloggers I met. And by tomorrow, I mean sometime this week.