Put me in front of a huge crowd and ask me to speak on pretty much any topic, and I’ll rock the house. Public speaking is no big thang. Push me into the same crowd and tell me to socialize? I couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence to save my life. Which is why, upon meeting me, people often come away with the impression that I’m either a total snob or a freak. A freak I may be, but a snob I am not.
But if meeting new people is my kryptonite, alcohol is the antidote. Get a glass or two of wine into me, and there’s no shutting me up. I’ll share my life story and just about any personal information, if given the opportunity. It speeds the getting to know you process quite a bit.
That said, I’ve made some new best good friends here at BlogHer. It took me awhile, mainly because the wine didn’t start flowing till the evening hours. But I schmoozed just about anybody who fell into my line of vision at the Closing Party at Macy’s.
These ladies work at BlogHer, and I chatted them up when I noticed them behind these fab shoes. I didn’t get their business cards, darnit, and of course I can’t remember their names this morning.
Dawn Meehan and I discussed the practicality of some of the lingerie surrounding us. I think I also talked to her about my uterus. I told you my personal filter disappears.
Of course, K-Y was a sponsor, what with all the underwear around. This nice lady,
Adrianne, came all the way from Sweden to get her some free samples.
As I refilled my wine glass, I met Dana Kavan from the
Chicago Examiner, bumped into
VDog, compared thrift store finds with
Cat, and gushed over
Christine‘s amazing sense of style.
Moosh bought a purty new coat while we were there, and her BFF,
Kim, bought a matching one in gray.
Headless Mom and I had to get in on some of that action, too. I’m on the phone with
Meghan, Queen of
AllMediocre, who got lost on the way back from Macy’s. I would have kept better track of her, except that I was helping the girls from
(oops) wine carry a heavy box across the street. I’m totally chivalrous like that.
Amy in Ohio called it a night, but we picked up the cutest couple in the universe,
Heather and
Mike Spohr. We spilled wine all over Meghan’s floor and bedspread as we tested social norms by talking about everything from religion to our mothers. Wait, does that sound like a wide range?
Don’t worry, Mike, I won’t blog about your sunburn. But only because you don’t look all that sunburnt in this photo.
This morning, I blogged side-by-side with
Bossy in the lobby, her mac next to my pc.
Then Mocha Momma paid me the compliment of a lifetime by calling me fascinating, based on a tangent I went off on the night before on the Hmong community in my town. Because, yeah, I know an inordinate amount of information about their culture and could easily give a speech about it.
But for someone to call me fascinating based on a conversation I had in a new social setting? That, my friends, is a true testament to the power of wine.
