What can I say. Fairly new to the blogging scene, I had seen tweets about an impending BlogHer ’09 conference in Chicago. Having no real understanding of the who, what or why of the conference, but knowing it was nearby, I was anxious. Should I go? Should I try to see what’s up in the hot blogging world?
Nope. No tickets.
Okay, I saw some tweets about parties, and some of the blogs I had started reading boasted about the best parties to attend. Room 704? The People’s Party? I reserved a spot. I would try. I saw that some bloggers were making a road trip just for the gathering, the ambiance, the camaraderie.
Okay, I would try. But I was a newbie. No one really knew who I was. Would it be awkward? Who was I kidding??? Of COURSE, it would be! Because, truly, I live under the blogger/twitter radar. I am just themommytsunami. I am not UndomesticDiva or AMomTwoBoys or RedneckMommy. I am not AChild’sPlayx2 or BackpackingDad. I am just me. And who really wants to meet me?
Of course, the internet provides a courage to stand behind (read: rock to hide under). I can jot my thoughts, my plight and my personal feelings and give a colorful play by play of my life without recourse, hopefully without judgment, and with ANONYMITY. So, who was I to complain?
Thursday night, the night of the parties I had anticipated attending, I could not get out of the house. The hubby had been called to work and I was sans babysitter. I would sit in. However…there was that internet…and I had read a ton about the Blog Her At Home event… What would that be all about?
Having the internet (once again) to hide behind give me some courage, I logged on to (an UNPROTECTED) tinychat and entered the virtual party room. Filled with lively convo and some trolls (hello, no, we would show you our bewbs and no, we are not interested in your man parts), I found myself typing while HeartMyChloe, PrincessJenn, BOREDmommy and a many others popped in and out of a webcam chat. I didn’t have the password. It wasn’t an option, but I’m not sure I would have joined anyway…
The night ended for me as a HeartMyChloe mentioned she was saying GOODBYE to themommytsunami. WHAT?!?!?! Someone noticed ME? Lil’ ol’ ME? Noooo. Suddenly, it was like the rock had been turned over someone had pulled the internet anonymity I had been so used to enjoying. But, I blushed. My presence was known. And by this amazing group of women! I would have to return the next night…
And I did. And I WEBCAMMED! Holy shit! People saw me and they did not reject me. The asked my story, questioned my name! We shared drinks together, we shared laughter together. I learned about vanilla vodka and dr. pepper. I learned BadAssDadBlog enjoyed his patron in huge jugs and made his margaritas with salt rimmed glasses. I learned painful life stories and I shared that pain. We connected. It was amazing. There was a community formed. A community that was involved and concerned with the members of that community (we didn’t want to log off Kimt205!) and sincerely reached out to each other. I totally luff you, @pbandjazz, @ShelliWazzu, @analogmoon, @earth_mommy, @irishsamom, @leighish, @ladybugsgrama, @knoxvillepixie, @themaggers, @lilfootsmommy, @thepsychobabbly, @anne54304, @moon, @deidra23 and everyone else I can’t remember the exact names of, but you know who you are!!!
I came back for a third night. Let me explain. The first two nights it was EASY. The kids asleep in bed, dh at work. No disruptions. The only person I was responsible to entertain for was me. But, night three, Saturday night, I had dh. And I’m gonna be honest. I really wanted him to go out, go to work or LEAVE ME ALONE. I was chatting with mah GURLS. I was busy. Thanks to vanilla vodka and dr. pepper, I was also DRUNK. I did a fashion show. The women that night made me laugh. I was imbibed enough to go online, on the spot, and find that liquid courage had brought me to say, that YES, in fact, I am ONE OF THEM. I am a blogger and a Twitterer. I am themommytsunami. And I belonged at BlogHer ’10 in NYC.
As did HeartMyChloe, with whom I will be roomies and road trippin’ it with to get there!
Sunday. I was super tired. I had work on Monday morning (early) and I could find the energy to stay up past 8:30 pm. But, if I had, I would have been at tinychat with the most fabulous and funnest women ever. EVAH.
Ya’ hear? Thank you, Blog Her At Home ’09. You were my coming out (for me) party to this blogger world. And I cannot imagine my life pre-YOU.
See how much FUN I am having?
ETA: I LURVE YOU @masmom. You are hot and you rock.