Kitten and I attended BlogHer 15 in NYC this past weekend. It was phenomenal. Imagine yourself in a space filled with hundreds of incredibly smart women all with their ass-kicking shoes on and you’ll begin to understand the vibe.
Here’s my trip to BlogHer summed up in pictures & video. If you’re looking for pics of tall buildings there is always Google image search. 🙂
PS: All native New Yorkers receive $14.87 each time they honk a horn or slap the back of a car with their hand. I believe we’re talking one annual lump sum here, but it’s possible they are paid in hot dog cart coupons quarterly. It’s loud. That’s all I’m saying.
I went to lots of sessions and I took lots of notes. My notes probably aren’t as nice as your notes. It’s how I do.
We were given lots of stuff. Baskin Robbins gave me peanut butter & chocolate ice cream. I held it up in the air & selfied it. It’s called a diet. Look it up.
There were cabs everywhere. I didn’t get in one.
Like I said… notes.
Pretzels were on every corner stacked up like dishes, or ex-husbands. They were hard, like learning to twirl fire batons or staying married to one person.
Kitten (Liz) is looking at her phone. There is colorful candy in large jars behind her. I am a photography genius.
I took some notes while listening to a great panel that included Kat Kinson & David Leite. Later on I chatted with the amazeballs Kat & I made David my new boyfriend. He was afraid his husband wouldn’t like it but Sher Bailey always gets her man. Whatever. No big deal.
If I take normal notes, I bore myself stupid and never read them. These? I remember details about each thing I doodle. Go ahead. Quiz me. Yeah. That’s what I though.
Gwynneth Paltrow was there. She was awesome, even though I didn’t want her to be. I can admit that to you now. I expected she would say things that sounded like she had California Kale brain. She didn’t. She’s smart as hell and by the way, she doesn’t give a shit if you don’t think so. I love her now. We didn’t hang out. Her people never reached out to my people. #PeopleFail
Ayinde, the guy I’m quoting below? Amazing guy, even though he made us clap our hands. I don’t clap well. I look like Steve Martin in The Jerk.
This is the subway. Well, not so much the subway as it is a rail by the subway entrance. I liked how chippy and weird it was. I didn’t touch it because I didn’t want to get pregnant with New York.
Look at my selly business card. The shameless self-promotion looked somehow less so when artistically propped up on a glass of water. PS: Business cards are dumb.
“Hey kids, I brought you a tiny plastic Statue of Liberty souvenir because I still have no idea what children like,” said everyone who has ever bought one of these things.
Liz & I forced ourselves to take one bite of a NYC hotdog. The sign very clearly stated it was NYC’s best. It’s obvious to us now that no one is policing hot dog cart signage in The Big Apple.
Look at me with the doodling again. This was just to remind myself that I loved going to Blogher and Kitten & I should totally go again next year.
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