No, I didn't end up lost in the middle of the desert after Bloggers in Sin City (though that was highly likely, considering I spent most of the drive tweeting and looking for the red skittles in the jumbo pack)....
......in fact, I've been plotting a way for all of us blogger bitches to live on a compound and braid each other's hair, while making peach jam and following some chosen God, which would likely be vodka, or Twitter, or Elizabeth Gilbert since all of a sudden we all "just happened" to want to go to an ashram, and feel less guilty about eating gelato everyday. Some desires are just universal. Whatever keeps the faith. Thus my plan isn't hatching the way I'd hoped....turns out most people like their real-life friends, don't give a fuck about making jam, or 20 loaves of bread a day and compounds are creepy. But, I tried. It could've been my perma-hangover that found the idea to be brilliant....or the 24 hours a day I've spent catching up on work. And Real Housewives.
No fears... no compound, no kool-aid, no road trip car wrecks.
I'm home safely and I've been recovering from A. wearing heels while walking down the strip twice. B. drinking entirely too much mini-champagne (yes, I brought my own...klassy with a k) and C. retraining myself how to speak like a "non-blogger" which means the following phrases are banished; "I mean," before every sentence, "Um, Hi" before every sentence, when you aren't actually greeting someone and all mentioning of the "Gaga walk-off" with the monster/claw hand. The Gaga walk-off scares children, and bystanders...sane people don't point a claw at their face and walk the runway in the middle of the grocery store- if you're confused, pick up your hand, claw it- now point it in the direction of your face, and WALK. I mean, STRUT. Thanks Ben, for the Gagaspiration. (Gaga + Inspiration= gagaspiration...which actually sounds like a rare form of gas caused by sweating.)
Damn, I just said "I mean."
The last weekend in Vegas was amazing- after 11 hours of driving with my lovely sister-friend Doniree, with talks about energy healing, orgasms, and food (turns out the later two are actual the problem solver of "healing energy"), we arrived in Vegas stocked with bubbly, beer and South Beach bars. While Nicole came stocked with sex toys to give to us bloggers, apparently what happens in Vegas goes back home with you in the form of a magical dildo shaped like a horse shoe.
The first day or so I was overwhelmed by the fact that there were all these people who I kinda thought I knew, who kinda thought they knew me, but yet....I kinda still didn't know anyone- it's a unique situation to find yourself in, especially when, within 24 hours you've all; been in a bikini together, told each other your craziest sexual experience (to win said magical dildo) and gotten unnecessarily tipsy, then showing everyone your hag-hungover face the next day. The experience is kind of like having sex, then going on a date.
....and it was amazing. Get all the complicated shit out of the way at the beginning right!?
I actually full on- tongue on cheek licked Livit Luvit, while she also licked my face- at the same time.... which is kind of like some weird blogger bonding experience. Or maybe it has nothing to do with bloggers and we're just gross, EITHER WAY- we licked faces. For real.
I met so many original 20 Something Bloggers folks, some new people and some "old friends."
One of the best experiences was meeting the beautiful Jenny Blake from Life After College, as Sin City roommates we got the chance to curl up together and get down to the good nitty gritty parts about being a 20something, being a woman, and being an ambitious, courageous lady....turns out even we've got it all going for us, we're still vulnerable, soft, messy and completely lovable....despite all of the the fears we've created and built up around ourselves as a means for "protection." We're beautiful and strong, despite the fact that sometimes we just want someone to tell us they adore us and that would actually solve everything. We're beautiful and strong, even when we aren't really sure why we feel like we're missing that extra "sparkle" in our lives. Us ladies, us 20something (30something, 70something?!) women (and men)- who are often floundering, often standing center stage, and just as often proudly taking on the World without the proper tools, are still raw humans; tender, impetuous, insightful, and MAGNIFICENT women.
Having some amazing conversations with Jenny, and so many other fabulous bloggers I met this weekend (there's entirely too many to list), I was reminded that what defines the REAL brilliance of going into each experience, is to nakedly fling yourself into it by just BEING YOURSELF.
Sharing your stories and your quirks, your underground insecurities...and sharing it all without worrying whether people will like it or not. By blogging we put it all out there, usually with an extra pinch of crazy. But we also don't apologize for it....so those that we attract already love the messy bits. We see the flaw and buy it anyway.
I was reminded of the power that we all have when we've got some serious backing, real friends and they're all packin'; wit, intelligence and in some cases, an extra tampon, or clearer beer goggles, to lessen the damage.
Thank you to the ladies, and men, I met this last weekend- you all inspired me, taught me some new dance moves, made sure I didn't get roofied and made me proud to wear this heart right on my sleeve, knowing there's other people out there doing the exact same thing. The whole experience made me even more grateful for all the reasons I love to blog.
So, why do YOU blog? Or, if you don't blog....why?