Late Homework: Thursday at BlogHer

Are you ever late for something, like an assignment at school or an overdue library book, but instead of rushing to get it done, you just put it off even more? That’s probably just our weird neurosis. Anyway, that’s how I felt about this post: A quick recap of our busy last weekend – which we loved – at BlogHer. I was thinking of just shelving it, but there aren’t many occasions where you can watch Cool Mum dance around wearing a bag from a prominent fast food restaurant chain.


BlogHer kicked off Thursday with some special events during the day and a video keynote address from President Barack Obama in the late afternoon. I missed the Prez because I racing to finish my work since Friday and Saturday were completely booked. I made it in time for the Evening at the Expo, which started at 6pm.

Our main reason for attending BlogHer was to meet people. There aren’t many bloggers in our circles of friends, so we don’t usually have a chance to talk about the thrills and travails of spilling your life out online for the world to see. We wanted to meet some like-minded folk and have riotous discussions about analytics and RSS feeds. And we hoped for the slim chance that if people actually met us, they might be tricked someday into reading our blog. 

I hopped on the Manhattan-bound subway and cracked open the book I’d been reading. I recently got into this new (relative to the age of the universe) book series about a young wizard named Harry Potter. When it was time to walk to the hotel, I couldn’t stop reading. I walked 5 blocks across Midtown engrossed in the action-packed end of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. [-3 cool points]

I reluctantly pulled my nose out of the book when it was time to register and start meeting people. The first event, Evening at the Expo, was the opening of various expo halls where companies could show off their products. I didn’t see much opportunity to meet people, so I lightly browsed the expos and had a good 45 minutes to go before the night’s first party started. What was I going to do to kill that time?

As I read through the denouement of Goblet of Fire in the hotel lobby, I tried to hide the cover of the book. There I was, a 35-year-old man, surrounded by energetic, tech-savvy women, reading a book about teenage wizards in a corner. [-5 cool points] When it was time for the party to start, I resolved to get this party started. I shoved Goblet of Fire into my man-purse and strutted to The People’s Party. On the way, I saw a couple of people talking, and I jumped into the conversation. We made it to the party and got to know each other over the unlimited cheeseburger sliders and mini pizzas. I didn’t revisit Hogwarts the rest of the night.

Okay, so this was supposed to be a full weekend recap, but apparently I love the sound of my own keyboard. Next time: more BlogHer, Coldplay, cheeseburgers.

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