Who Do I Think I Am, Anyway?

Months ago, when I heard BlogHer '10 had sold out, I immediately headed to their site to get myself on the waiting list. Why? Because I always want what I can't have, and dang it, I wanted to go to that conference.

And then I promptly forgot all about it.

But you know what? They didn't forget about me. A couple of days ago, I got an email informing me that more sponsors had been found and a ticket was now available for me.  A ticket! For BlogHer! In New York City!!!

Being the impulsive person that I am, I immediately logged on and bought myself a conference pass.

And now I'm freaking the hell out.

Me? At BlogHer? With 2,000 other bloggers? What on earth was I thinking?

As I may have remarked a time or two, I'm a bit of an introvert. Stick me in a large crowd and I start looking for the nearest corner to hide in.

I'm a little afraid it will be a repeat of high school. You know, with the cool girls (with thousands of readers) all gossiping and laughing loudly while I look on from the sidelines, pushing my glasses up my nose with one shaking hand while I keep the other arm firmly clamped across my hunched chest.


I know I've come a long way since then. My social skills have improved—vastly. I'm sure I'll do fine. In fact, I'm looking forward to meeting the friends I've made here and across the blogosphere.

But I'd feel better if I could pack all of you in my suitcase so that when I got there, I'd have my own posse to hang with. You know, so we could explore the big city (until now, I've spent all of 24 hours there), rehash the sessions and snark about the people around us.

Tell me some of you will be there?