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May 25, 2010 | Filed in: rrrrrrrrrandom

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Please understand that I am going to try and write this post in a way that isn’t just one long stream of inside jokes and references and makes use of things other than the Bloggers In Sin City lexicon that I think 85.3% of us adopted by the end of the weekend, but no promises, y’all. Also, I am not promising that this will be in actual consecutive time order because hi, I was in Vegas, where time is fake.

I can’t say that I was nervous about Vegas, but more that I was beyond excited to meet the people who have become such an integral part of my life through email and snail mail and Skype and G-chat, to hug them and hear their voices and share drinks and dinners and spend four days in a happy bubble with pink walls and 32 oz. Malibu and pineapple drinks.

photo by Ali

From the minute I walked into Zefferino’s on Thursday to the teary goodbyes on Sunday morning, Vegas was plain amazing. I laid by the pool and had great conversations, I donned a superhero costume and wandered down the strip and a man handing out sexy cards HISSED IN MY FACE, I played air Tiny Guitar to a Pitbull song while dancing around a bar with my new blogging BFF’s.

I spent an afternoon in a hotel room laughing until my stomach muscles ached from laughing harder and longer than I have in months. I had a delicious dinner with amazing food and even more amazing conversations before once again having a late-night dance party. I jumped in a fountain and have way too many inappropriate pictures on my cell phone and sang at the top of my lungs in the middle of Margaritaville. Brunch on Sunday was half awesome due to bacon crepes and champagne and half sad because it was over.

I can recognize how amazing my life is all the time, but this was a truly life-changing weekend for me. I felt loved and supported and people laughed at my stories (even the truly traumatic ones that include slapping and sad faces and oh my gosh, why do you guys even claim to LIKE ME?) and shared their own. I never felt like I had to be anything other than exactly who I am, 100% myself the whole weekend. I was around people who are making a difference in the world, who are living their lives (“Let’s live our lives!”) and who are genuinely awesome.

It was like falling in love over and over again.

photo by Ali

Thanks to Nicole for planning, and to Jamie for being my love, and to Jess for being adorable. Thanks to Michelle for being so sweet and to Ben and Tia for pointing out when skeezy dancers are actually trannys and to Maxie for handing me the world’s largest tequila shot at Diablo’s and to LiLu for dancin’ it up with me. Thanks to Morgan for playing a tiny guitar with me and bonding with me and being awesome/hot, and to Steph for being a great pool date and Ev’Yan for being sweet and gorgeous, and to Molly for being stunning in personality and looks. Thanks to Jess, Katelin and Lacey for helping me soothe my sadness by knowing that we’ll be reunited at BlogHer in August. Thanks to Ali for taking photos and being generally awesome, and to Kerri for being lovely and feeling even more soul-sistery offline and to Andrea for that brief bit of spooning and for our eternal heart-spooning that lives on despite distance. Thanks to Nico for listening to so much TMI and still being sweet and adorable and to Doni for being cute and wise and genuine. Thanks to Amanda for looking great in hats and trading teaching stories and making me love you so hard it’s ridiculous. And special thanks to Kori for taking a chance on some weird girl who comments on your blog and flying all the way to Vegas to share a room with me and teach me about Roger Ebert.

For those who were there this weekend, I may have said I didn’t like too much of anything, and expressed my fear of everything AGGRESSIVE, but let me be clear that I aggressively love all of you, and if I ever wanted too much of anything, it’s all of you in my life, forever and always. And if you think you’re getting some vibe from me right now, you totally are, and yes, I want this. No sad face required.

photo by Ali

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Part of me, I think, would be much too scared to attend such a large blogger meet-up. I would worry they wouldn’t like me as much in person, that maybe I wouldn’t like them, that it would ruin some of the magic, that it would mess things up. Or maybe I’d just tell myself that to keep myself from going because I’m into self-sabotage sometimes. But reading your tweets, it seemed like so, so much fun & I loved living slightly vicariously through you! I’m so glad you had such a great time.

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