I went to NYC this weekend to attend BlogHer and this is what I learned:
The 3 hours and 45 minutes it takes to drive home at midnight takes waaaayyyyyyy longer than the 4 hours and 45 minutes it takes to drive to NYC on your way to the conference. It is also way less fun. Especially when you have to call the cops on a drunk driver.
I can't sleep in, even when optimal conditions exist (e.g. no kids, dark room, no one else in my bed, up till 1am the night before). This is an annoying fact.
34 hours is no where near enough time to experience NY.
Just because you add the word Her to something, doesn't mean it makes sense.
That being said, substituting that word where it DOES make sense is often hilarious. So is making fun of the terms that don't.
Even though you intend to go to 3 parties in 1 night, you'll only make it to one. And you'll be totally ok with that.
Attending the sessions was apparently a waste of time, so I feel better about only buying the parties pass.
Every woman is wearing the wrong bra size. Except for me. Because I went here!
One word. SWAG!
The bloggers that think they're a big deal are usually rude, but the ones that really are and don't act like it are the sweetest women you could ever meet.
Um yeah, SHE was sweet as pie!
Me and Amy