Not Going to Blogher
And don't really care.
In years past, I've found myself wracked with envy that I wasn't able to go. All the fun! All the free stuff!
How could I possibly live another day without the opportunity to network and meet people and did I mention free stuff?
And this year, meh.
I've heard that Blogher ranks up there as one of the most expensive blogger conferences, with a full conference pass running a steep $348.00. Ouch.
Not to mention transportation costs, staying at a hotel, and perhaps, you know, eating something once in a while.
It could easily run a grand, and I for one do not have a thousand bucks to spend on something that at times has seemed like high school times ten.
This weekend I guess I'll be the equivalent of the chick smoking a joint in the girls bathroom.
Sounds like more fun.
Wanna join me?
In years past, I've found myself wracked with envy that I wasn't able to go. All the fun! All the free stuff!
How could I possibly live another day without the opportunity to network and meet people and did I mention free stuff?
And this year, meh.
I've heard that Blogher ranks up there as one of the most expensive blogger conferences, with a full conference pass running a steep $348.00. Ouch.
Not to mention transportation costs, staying at a hotel, and perhaps, you know, eating something once in a while.
It could easily run a grand, and I for one do not have a thousand bucks to spend on something that at times has seemed like high school times ten.
This weekend I guess I'll be the equivalent of the chick smoking a joint in the girls bathroom.
Sounds like more fun.
Wanna join me?
Comments
Dammit, now I wanna go even more...
I mean, yeah! I am with you babe, bugger them we will have our own fun doing laundry and stuff, right?
I've been to enough conference where I felt like the unpopular kid with the zit on her chin - don't need blogher to further enhance the feeling.
You need a new memory of some good times spent up here. :-)
hee hee
There's always a part of me that thinks it sounds a little too clubby for my sensibilities, however. It's not that I worry about being the odd one out, but that I'd be stuck in a crowd of people who are all fawning over each other. That's kinda not my style.
When did you say the joint-smoking party begins??? I can settle...
Now joints in the bathroom?- more my style :)