Monthly Archives: October 2013

What Happens at Blogger Interactive Doesn’t Stay at Blogger Interactive

In case you haven’t been able to tell, I’m all about meeting people from the internet. Naturally, I would be the one to organize an event based off of the very idea. I am just glad that Jen agreed to be the backbone of my crazy idea. Even through all of the planning, it never really hit me that it was actually going to happen until I filled up my tank, stocked up on smokes, and hopped on I-10 heading West. A direction I have never driven before. I even made a Vine on the road.

I arrived in Austin, TX alone after a long, but enjoyable 6 hour drive. I love to drive. It’s relaxing to me as long as I don’t get lost. I take one wrong exit and you would swear I just launched myself into outer space without an oxygen tank. I don’t think the La Quinta Inn was ready for me. As I stepped out of my SUV and started to unload my stuff onto a luggage cart, shoes, lanyards, and toiletries were falling everywhere. It was like my luggage sprung a leak.

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“Well, I’m here.” I thought.

I didn’t waste much time doodling in the hotel room, as I was ready to meet up with Jen so we could slap each other in the face as a reality check ritual. Little did I know, she had already explored Austin, met up with one of our speakers, Julian Gallo, and played with some bats. Cool. I’m late!

This would be a recurring theme. For some reason I felt totally under prepared the entire weekend.

Walking down Congress, I was looking around waiting for Jen to pop out of the woodwork, or one of the many hipster shops rather. Soon, I came to the restaurant we were to meet. I was right across the street from it. And there they were. Jen and Julian, and in deep conversation too by the looks of it.  I thought about jay running directly to them, but I figured it might be best for me to refrain from breaking laws before meeting the rest of the attendees. A few times I actually waved thinking I had made eye contact, only to embarrass myself when I realized I hadn’t.

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Left to right: Chiara Mazzucco, John Whitney, me, Jon Hagar

Too be honest, I was a little more nervous about walking down the wrong street and getting lost, than meeting everyone in person. I’m awkward as fuck on the phone, sure. I don’t enjoy giving speeches, no.  But I don’t get nervous to meet people one on one. I’m totally cool and put together. Unless they are nervous. Then it’s like catching poison ivy when you haven’t been outside yet. Confusing.

Regardless of nerves, when I saw the set up that 508 Tequila Bar created for us, I got a huge surge of proud feelings. I knew we had done it right. It only got better after that first night. I don’t think we could have planned this thing better, and I think everyone there meshed in an amazing way. Friendships blasted into hyper mode. It went a step beyond networking. I think they call it bonding.

Jen’s composure and eyebrows wowed me. It was mesmerizing to listen to Jullian talk about pretty much anything. I enjoyed giggling in the bathroom with Michelle as she nonchalantly wiped the counters after washing her hands. Chiara and I snuggled in our La Quinta bed after the speaker session, entertaining ourselves with nothing but some 711 candy and lottery scratchers. I fell in love with John and his wife Lisa who have to be the cutest couple in the history of the internet. So many moments go through my head when I think of the weekend.

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Unfortunately, I did have one hang up about the event… me.

I recognized the fact that I had lost touch with much of the blogging community well before BI but way too late for my liking. When I was buzzing around during BI, I felt a bit intimidated. I hadn’t read anyone in so long. Since the beginning of the year when we started planning BI13, I have been so caught up in… well… planning. Blogger Interactive, Kickstarter projects, moving and moving some more, Bachelorette parties, Bloggers for Movember, and a million other things seemed to keep me from participating in the one thing that started it all. Blogging.

When I asked Lauren and Michael of Key + Arrow who they were, I felt like an idiot. Their blog was right there on our Facebook page. Dur. Yet, my mind felt blank. I didn’t get to have the depth of conversations I wanted to, because I wasn’t leading conversation like my normal self. I felt scattered. I felt intimidated. What?!

Luckily for me Vyvy of Vyvacious reminded me of something. Vyvy expressed the same concern to me over Brussels sprouts and calamari before the event even began, yet there at the Hangar Lounge on the second night she was sitting on Red’s wife’s lap, taking pictures, dancing, and chatting up a storm. She reminded me that having everyone memorized wasn’t what mattered. What mattered is that we were all there. We were there for each other. We were there to continue to get to know each other and learn from each other. And most of all, I think we all gained a new excitement and buzz for blogging, writing, and our virtual community while we were there. And I am more than okay with that.

Thank you Jen for ALL of your amazing hard work on this with me. Thank you Julian and Chiara for sharing your sexy brains with us. And finally, thank all of you who came out despite the distance, schedules and nerves. I love you all.

Look out for the official post event write-up on the BI page along with a slideshow of photos that have yet to be shared!

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I Never Liked Country Part II

Read Part I here

It kind of felt like learning to walk again when I left. I felt exhilarated by my new-found separation from such a shaping relationship and simultaneously a little lost. The good kind of lost. The kind of lost that makes you feel like you are teaching yourself something new. Sure, I had pangs of homesickness, because he was what I considered home for as long as I could remember. But missing familiarity eventually turned into embracing change.

I met new people. I dabbled in new relationships. At first, it felt right. Like making an A on a test makes you feel right. Which felt good. New relationships were accomplishments in moving on, but not much more than that. After all, GPAs don’t matter much in the scheme of life. Nonetheless, the new relationships were fun and easy. I could feign attachment without skipping a beat of my own agenda. I almost fooled myself into thinking I was anything but detached. I liked it that way.

I strategically and forcefully changed all of my radio stations; a subconscious attempt at moving on. It was working splendidly until DJ Heavy Metal decided to throw in a little Tim McGraw for shits and giggles. My new guy quickly reached out at the exact moment as me… only he was reaching out to turn the station, and I was reaching out to turn up the volume. “I never liked country,” he said.

As I looked around, it was as if everything suspended for a brief moment, and in that moment, nothing looked right. Something shattered in me, and I immediately thought of him.

After that, I began to shell up even more. I would steam up the bathroom to mimic the humidity we used to bask in. I would pour a little too much on the rocks. I started cooking those savory meals again, and found myself seeking solace in my headphones, blasting nothing but country. I tried to transfer all of the things I loved about him, into my new relationships.

I’ll never forget the moment we reunited. The radio must have been on our side, because the perfect songs trickled in as we sat on the tailgate together in the damp air. I didn’t say anything, I just breathed him in. I never believed in the saying, “you never know what you have until its gone,” just as I never liked Country. But sometimes you just have to admit you were wrong. And that’s why I went back.

I missed you, Louisiana.

This two part post was inspired by A New Orleans Love Story by Joey Albanese about New Orleans.

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I Never Liked Country

The one that got away. Do we all experience it? That one ex that you didn’t know completed you until you left?

The longest relationship I have ever had took years to build and only two to demolish. All of the memories, the places, and the laughs. Our relationship was fickle and tumultuous, but extremely passionate.  We would bitch endlessly over the thermostat one minute and then bask in the balmy humidity the next. We loved to savor our food together and never shamed each other for drinking a little too much.  Occasionally, I would grow tired of lazy ways and become jealous of friends that were driven away, but then the radio would come on. Everything was butter. I never liked Country. The songs never sounded good with anyone else.

You see he wasn’t like anyone. He was one of a kind. And not in the cliché kind of way that people might describe a cheap pendant on QVC. He owned the phrase one of a kind, and he knew it despite the fact that I sometimes didn’t.

He loved the water, and even looked great covered in moss. When I was in his presence I felt I belonged to something special. We were our own little secret club. It’s weird though, because we never really had a honeymoon phase. As long as I could remember we had always just been together. There was no one before him.

Regardless, I knew ultimately something would happen to our smooth cruising. We eventually began to take each other for granted. This would be the beginning of the end. The more possessive and predictable he became, the more indifferent and unimpressed I was. I convinced myself that his simple ways were holding me back.

Eventually, I started refusing to go out on the water. The special meals we cooked tasted bland, as if my taste buds had become tired of the repetition. We didn’t drink together anymore, but I drank alone. I had built up so much resentment, though he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Then my eyes began to wander. I would leave town for weeks and see other people. I didn’t even try to hide it. Funny thing is, he must have known but didn’t seem to care. Maybe he secretly knew I was too far gone. He was intuitive like that. And one day, sure enough, I was gone. For good.

Read Part II Here

Blogger Interactive is next weekend! I can’t wait to meet everyone who is coming. You can keep up with all the festivities by following us on Twitter, Facebook, and now Instagram (@bloggerinteractive)! Be sure to use the hashtag #BI2013 for posting! 

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Marty McFlyster

There were three things I really enjoyed about television growing up. One, for reasons I cannot comprehend, was marching along to Jane Fonda work out tapes in my ballet leotard in the middle of the living room (minus the hip thrusting exercises… I was shy). Another was playing my brother’s Nintendo, even though all I ever accomplished was getting stuck in walls. The third, more obvious thing I enjoyed about television, was a good ass movie. Not to be confused with an ass movie.

There was my obsession with Ghost and all things Patrick Swayze. There was my Ren & Stimpy phase,. Although not technically a movie, I did particularly enjoy some episode where Ren ate a bar of soap in outer space. No, I didn’t try to eat soap. Not more than once at least. Somewhere in there was Look Who’s Talking and sequels and a new obsession with all things John Travolta, but today I want to talk about one movie in particular. Back to The Future.

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What a dreamboat

I think I was was more giddy for McFly than his hornball mother. Yikes. I don’t know if it is the soundtrack, the idea of flying sports cars and hover boards, or the fact that I also had a girl crush on Loraine that made me love this movie so much, but love it I did. Marty McFly was spunky, his dad was a mess but equally adorable, and his mother rocked that peach color prom dress harder than any dress has been rocked in history. Plus, I am a closet oldies fan. As soon as they paired the climax of the movie with the tune of Earth Angel, they weren’t just tugging at my heart strings, they were putting them in a high power wood chipper.

As some of you already know, I am involved with freelance work involving video editing on top of my personal YouTube shenanigans. No, I am not about to announce my ambitions to become a Hollywood film director. What I am about to announce, however, is a project for which I have been burning my flux capacitor at both ends. That’s a lot of plutonium, I assure you. Amy, of The Bumble Files put me in contact with an inventor and friend of hers at the beginning of this year. We’ll call him Doc for sake of theme. Doc had an invention, and he wanted my help to spread word of it via a Kickstarter campaign. What was the invention you ask?

A real life hoverboard.

At this stage, it is a miniature scale hover board toy that has potential to evolve with more research and development. I’d like to ask that you check out the campaign if you have a free moment.  Not only is the technology and science behind this thing as exciting as George McFly upper-cutting Biff’s sleazy grin, but I put a lot of work into the video editing and promotion of this thing. I’m like a proud mom. Just not one who tongue wrestles her offspring. Backing the project isn’t the only way to support the NeoLev either, you can share the links and Like/Follow us on Facebook and Twitter if you’d like to help. Thanks Flysters!

Check out the NeoLev Kickstarter Campaign Here

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P.S. While we are on the topics of Kickstarter projects, please check out my friend David Harding and TJ Lubrano’s project Elevenses, a card game for 2-4 players in which respectable ladies strive to serve the most scrumptious morning teas possible. They haven’t launched yet, but you can follow them on Facebook to get in on the action!

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