It took us about five minutes to realize that we were pretty much the only ones who didn't put our real names on our badges. We stand by that decision.
BlogHer was simply unbelievable. It was totally overwhelming but we had a fucktastically amazing time and met some really great writers and no one even laughed when we explained what our blog was about.
Well, that's not entirely true but the one or two spunk-knuckles who thought we were stupid can eat my vagina. After I've gone for a jog in 90 degree weather.
Snarkier Than You and I had anticipated that we were going to be the only Twilight bloggers present and I really think we were, unless there was a little Twilight club of bloggers hiding out somewhere and avoiding us, but I doubt it. At any rate, almost everyone was very receptive of our little world. Either that or they were really good liars.
However, there was this one time that I was talking to a woman and she thought our blog was interesting so we traded cards and I realized she was actually this super sweet innocent lady who talked about family and puppies and rainbows and love and I really wanted to tackle her and wrench our card out of her hand because I just know that poor chicky is going to eventually meander over here and be permanently scarred and probably need therapy.
When we weren't attending various panels, sessions, and labs, we spent a good deal of the weekend doing our pitch, handing out cards and boasting about how brilliant, witty, and sexy all of our readers are. We were like proud Mamas every time someone asked about our readership and totally pimped ourselves and you bitches out at every opportunity.
We'll elaborate a little more (well, actually a LOT more!) about BlogHer in another post (or five), mainly because STY and I are pretty fried and I'm really looking forward to pooping in my own bathroom, even though the throne in the Hilton was pretty swanky.
Speaking of swanky, STY and I really pulled out all the stops and did our best to be the highest class bitches we possibly could.
I totally swear we didn't steal this. We were drunkster diving late Saturday night and this was on top of a recycling can and we were all "SCOOOOOOOOOORE" and then walked through the Hilton as innocently as two drunk women carrying a huge-ass sign can. Which is not at all.
Yup, that's right. We were totally on our most adult behavior ever. And we have proof!! There was a "Dance Off" contest to win a T-shirt at the expo center and STY and I decided to show off our stellar, kick-ass dance moves. Totally the grown-up thing to do.
Unfortunately, the best part of this video isn't actually in the video. It was when STY tripped climbing up the stage before the music even started and almost did a totally Bella-worthy faceplant.
I may or may not have laughed. I'm apparently more of a Nelson than an Edward Cullen.
Anyhoo, stay tuned for more stories, like how STY
And last but certainly not least THANK YOU to everyone who chipped in and helped us stay that second night. In hindsight, there's no WAY we would have made it through this weekend had we not been able to remain at the hotel for the entire conference. We'll be in touch with a little sumpthin' sumpthin' for all of you, promise.
But first I really need to see some RPattz pictures. I'm going through withdrawal. Although we DID get an unexpected fix (and pleasant surprise!) at the Sparklecorn party Saturday night...
Just for the record, STY's camera can only be used by STY - otherwise the pictures come off a little... off. We made some poor adorable tipsy blogger take, like, a gazillion pictures of us. We're such demanding bitches. And I'd also like to point out that STY is practically on her knees in this picture because she's obviously WAY too tall and it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a fucking hobbit.