What do you get when you take a bunch of fabulous women (with BIG IDEAS for brains and pens in hand- okay, keypads), and put them all together, under one roof, with a single mindedness to conquer the world, in an awesome city without prying eyes?
Melting credit cards?
No. No laughter. Ever.
New friendship-making opportunities?
New professional opportunities?
You betcha. That what it be all about peeps.
BUT… What do you get when you begin planning for ‘said’ experience?
For many it will be excitement, and nervousness, and self-doubt ( Not me- others).
For some, kissing the kids, making airport connections, holding onto your luggage, and sneaking that mid-day cocktail you wouldn’t dare imbibe while you’re at, yet again, another freakin’ soccer game (Isn’t that what coolers are for?) will be the challenge.
Still others, will experience heartbreak when their blogger-crush doesn’t remember their name (Introduction Hack: Always initiate contact with a
handshake hug announcing YOUR name and Blog first, and some little diddy referencing a post THEY wrote- then shove your friggin’ card in their face and compliment their genius. I’m just sayin…) If they don’t respond with appropriate aplomb I am only alllll too happy to buy you an adult cocktail that will have a guaranteed 400% market-up over the cost at our local watering holes- in exchange for your undying on-line adoration.
Cost of doing business, non?
But, for me memememeeeee, it will be about hooking-up with my tribe at Midlife Boulevard (Can you say
Dominatrix ‘Determination in Spanx and the largest disposable income demographic in the US of A’? Can the sponsors say it?), catching-up with a few Mommy blogger friends (I can laugh at barf and diapers… now), attending a few break-out sessions with ‘experts’ that will mostly recite their meteoric rise to fame and fortune and ask you to buy their book, and, and…
The most important part….
Planning my wardrobe.
With an injection of snake venom…
And a little Satire up my designer sleeve- that’s Greek for ‘smartass’.