BlogHer! Man, I don’t even know where to start. Let’s go at this thing photo-style.
On Friday afternoon I went on a one-hour boat tour, and that was definitely one of the highlights of the weekend—it was so interesting to hear about the amazing buildings that make up the Chicago skyline. Of course, I can’t tell you what any of them are because I promptly jettisoned all of the useful information from my skull about five minutes afterwards, but suffice to say: Chicago is cool.
I think this is the Sears tower, although I guess it’s now called the Willis tower or some such thing. On the right is River City, which looks like something from the cover of a 1967 sci-fi magazine. You too can live in the FUTURE!
This is the view from my hotel room, which totally made up for the fact that my shower didn’t drain and every morning I stood in several inches of human soup and fervently hoped that was my OWN hair floating by.
I walked down to the Navy Pier with Angella on Saturday morning and we saw this enormous Ferris Wheel and decided what the hell, let’s ride that sumbitch.
As our car slowly ascended to approximately ten million miles above the earth, both of us frantically whipped out our phones to—of course—Twitter about it. “Code brown! Code brown!” wrote Angella, which made me laugh so hard I nearly caused a Code Brown Incident of my very own (”Cleanup on Aisle Way the Fuck Above the Ground!”), but the funniest part was later, when Kristin sweetly and curiously asked if brown meant poo?
Here is one last photo, taken while juicily defecating in my pants, ergo the CODE BROWN, Kristin.
A few of the amazing women at BlogHer: Amy, Kate, Heather, Kristin, some shiny-faced doofus, and Angella. Amy’s baby Ezra is just out of view, which is for your own good, because looking at him directly triggers incapacitating feelings of SMOOSH. (Camera credit goes to Angella, who I hope will forgive me for stealing this picture outright from her Flickr page.)
I also ganked this photo of Angella’s, because it makes me smile all over again. I can’t even remember what was so funny, but dude, it was so goddamned funny. By the way, that’s Leah next to me and the reason her baby isn’t in the picture is because earlier that day I spread him with jam and devoured him WHOLE. God, it’s great to be around other people’s children, reveling in their charms while simultaneously experiencing the full-body relief of knowing it’s not MY problem if they poop or cry.
The best panel I went to by far was the one featuring Kate, who is exactly as mesmerizing when she speaks as she is when she writes. Which is saying a lot, you know?
Not only did I creepily accost this lovely woman for HOURS ON END about how great her cleavage looked and where could I buy a bra like that, huh huh huh huh, but then I took a picture of her boobies. And posted it on the internet.
The entrance to the Cheeseburgher party, which was a lot of fun and featured many, many cheeseburgers. Also people wearing cheeseburger bags as hats.
Proof I can pretty much dork up any photo I’m a part of. (Stolen from Kristin this time.)
And what have we here? So much to enjoy, really. The giant gaping mouth . . . the unicorn-cake, turning demurely away from my slavering maw . . . yes indeed. Wow.
I took this during the community keynote, and will you look at all those people? BlogHer is crazy and overwhelming and more fun than I could ever describe. I had an absolutely fantastic time and it wasn’t scary or weird or dramatic at all. I met so many wonderful people and reconnected with beloved friends and I even got to take an uninterrupted nap in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY and I really hope to be there again next year. I hope you’ll be there too.
Lastly, I’ll leave you with Bruce, the Guy Who Basically Crashed BlogHer for the Purpose of Meeting Women and Was Sadly Only Briefly Fooled By My Camera Ploy: