Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Chicago Bound

But not, alas, to Blogher.

I managed to plan a girls' get together in the same city, on the same weekend, many months before Blogher was even announced. Leave it to me.

Let me start by saying that I have never, in 14 years of marriage and 12 years of motherhood, gone off by myself overnight. Not that I wouldn't have...but the occasion just never presented itself.

So you can understand why I am wildly excited by the prospect of being completely unencumbered by responsibility for four whole days.

We have rented a fabulous guest house in downtown Chicago, which, when divided by five, actually comes out to be cheaper than a decent hotel room. It is mere blocks from the bustling heart of the city. We can walk to countless theatres, restaurants, museums, and boutiques. We will be very close to Michigan Avenue, which in itself is exciting. It's like the Champs-Elysee of middle America.

But the most exciting thing of all, is that for the first time, I get to come face to face with four other fabulous women, whom I have internet "known" for a very long time. We have formed deep and satisfying friendships without ever looking each other in the eye. Once this would have seemed unlikely and strange, but in this day and age, I think many people have a similar story to tell. The blogosphere itself is a place where many similar friendships have been forged.

We have experienced a lot of things together, this little group of ours. We have laughed, cried, debated and commiserated. What started as just a place to land when another, larger site became defunct, turned into a haven of comfort, friendship and support. And because the group is small and intimate, we have managed to avoid much of the drama, nastiness, intrigue and upheaval which seems to plague other online groups.

I am simply beside myself at the prospect of meeting these wonderful women in person. I'm not really a demonstrative or touchy person by nature but I welcome the opportunity to finally hug each one of them for real.

So tomorrrow I fly.

I have only flown once since 9/11, due to being stranded in O'Hare airport for over 13 hours by myself with an infant and a toddler. We boarded and deplaned no less than SIX TIMES in that period of time. I ran out of diapers. The baby vomited all over himself. My then three year old had a melt-down because he began to think we were going to have to live in the airport.

That melt-down, as luck would have it, got us on the first available plane out, just past midnight. The gate agent took pity on him, or maybe me, and chose the three of us to board ahead of the several glowering business men who had attempted to bully her into giving them a seat.

I swore then and there that I would not fly again unless I absolutely had to. I'm not afraid of flying, it just irritates the fool out of me, you see.

Anyway, that was long before the shoe thing, or the belt thing, or the liquids thing. I'm a wreck trying to decide what to include in my carry on. Thank God I'm not travelling with small children. And since I'm not, I might just check everything and carry only my purse and some reading material, which, I must say, I am looking forward to being able to actually read, as opposed to reading a sentence, escorting a small person to the bathroom, reading the same sentence, serving a snack, reading the same sentence, bending to retrieve fallen crayons or matchbox cars....you get the picture.

So Chicago here I come. I'll be back Monday with tales of our raucous girls' weekend. What do you think is first on our itinerary? Why the package store of course. You can't expect five women to fuel their girl talk marathon with mineral water can you???

If you're interested, here are the girls I will be meeting: Kirdy, Nina, AA and Lizardbreath.

And to those of our group who can't make it...know that you will be sorely missed. We will drink a toast to you, and take many goofy pictures.

19 Comments:

  • At 1:03 PM, Blogger slouching mom said…

    Oh, wow. I am so happy for you. Have an awesome time.

     
  • At 1:48 PM, Blogger flutter said…

    This sounds so lovely, have a wonderful time

     
  • At 1:50 PM, Blogger Christine said…

    I have an online group of friends from a former big forum as well. I have known them for years, and they are as *real* as the friend who will be coming to my house this afternoon.

    Have a great time! Wonder why the universe drew internet friends/bloggers to Chicago this particular weekend. Odd coincidence.

     
  • At 2:23 PM, Blogger Kirdy said…

    *humming Blues Brothers theme*

    I can't wait, either. I'm not sure I can sleep tonight.

     
  • At 3:21 PM, Blogger Amy York said…

    Your trip sounds wonderful!! Even the plane trip itself would be fantastic... I hope you have a great time meeting your friends!!

     
  • At 3:44 PM, Blogger Natalie said…

    I generally fly a few times a year and my carry on always has these things and only these things: a book, my iPod, my medication, my wallet, and a change of underwear. If my luggage gets lost I can do two days in the same clothes but I need that new pair of drawers!

     
  • At 4:27 PM, Blogger margalit said…

    Have a wonderful time. Your trip sounds WAY more attractive to me than Blogher. Good internet friends are the best!

     
  • At 6:49 PM, Blogger mamatulip said…

    Oh, now that sounds like fun! Have an excellent time.

    (And the colour I did my bedroom is Hot Mustard.)

     
  • At 8:39 PM, Blogger Karyn said…

    So happy for you - that sounds fantastic.

    I mean, I'm sulky and jealous of course, but still.

    Have fun!

     
  • At 10:53 PM, Anonymous mischief said…

    This is killing me. Dang, I wish I could go. I love what you said about our online friendships - so very true. I cherish you all.

    Have fun, my friends!!

    Looking forward to the pictures......

     
  • At 9:33 AM, Blogger jchevais said…

    What fun!

     
  • At 9:36 AM, Blogger Jess Riley said…

    Have a wonderful trip! Will there be a recap with pictures? :)

     
  • At 11:16 AM, Blogger Jenn said…

    Have a very happy time.

    With you in spirit. Yep, that was me, spilling my margarita as I plopped down on the couch.

     
  • At 4:29 PM, Anonymous Gurukarm said…

    mini-blogher! how fun. hope a good time is had by all.

     
  • At 8:23 PM, Blogger Fairly Odd Mother said…

    May you have a quick flight and a wonderful time with the girls. It will be so worth it. Enjoy!

     
  • At 4:56 PM, Anonymous mcewen said…

    Well we're all expecting to receive a power point presentation of your findings and experiences on return.
    Cheers

     
  • At 5:22 PM, Blogger aka_Meritt said…

    I'm just smiling. I'm glad I surfed in for the first time on this post. In 1998 when the internet world was still fairly new, I flew to Chicago to meet up with 3 Moms I only knew from a parenting message board.

    Without each others knowledge we had all promised our husbands that if we got off the plane and found one of us to be a big hairy man named Bob that we would turn right around and come right back home!

    We stayed at the Wyndham, shopped Michigan Ave., saw Navy Pier, walked on the beach and had a fabulous weekend.

    I've not done it since, and lost touch with the Mommies but ahhhh, it was nice and my first time away from my three kids! (Then ages 7, 6 and 2.)

     
  • At 9:59 PM, Anonymous Antique Mommy said…

    I've never met some of my best friends.

     
  • At 8:24 AM, Blogger Ruth Dynamite said…

    I was reading this and thinking, how did I miss you at BlogHer?

    You were so close, a stone's throw away. Maybe next time?

     

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