Especially when their mama has been in NYC
getting her Sparklecorn on working for four whole nights and five long days.
It wasn’t all unicorns and glitter bombs though.
I actually did get a bunch of work done. I got a few meetings in. And I met a whole mess of amazing bloggers (yep, a new BList is coming out soon featuring them so all of you can meet them too!).
And, to make the entire thing even more mindblowingly awesome, I also WON. A. TRIP!
I still can’t even believe it, because who does that stuff even happen to? I’m never that girl. I don’t win giveaways. Not online. Not in person. Not at all.
Heck, my ticket is never even picked for the 50/50 raffle a swimming where the prize as generally a whopping $48.
But yet, there I was, on a Saturday night in NYC. After a particularly long walk (note to self: make sure, when using the iPhone map app, that you press the button shaped like a walking dude and completely ignore the directions for cars. Somehow, when you do this, 9 totally-doable-in-these-shoes-minutes quickly turn into 28 I’m-going-to-chop-my-feet-off minutes) in the NYC humidity, I found myself sitting on a park bench shooting the breeze with a super mom and daughter from North Carolina, seriously contemplating blowing off the event I was scheduled to be at with Southwest Airlines.
I was tired. I was mad (at myself for being a lame-o map reader). I was beyond hot and sweaty. I smelled like an urban muskrat. I was hungry, moody, and in desperate need of an ice cold drink.
Plus there was a breeze.
And man where those NC-ers nice.
I came thiiiiiis close to
saying eff it just putting on my flip flops and heading back to the hotel for the night.
But, I didn’t.
I decided that this is what I’d come for: to connect with other bloggers. To enjoy NYC. To work with brands (Southwest being top of my list).
So, I blotted pretty much every scrap of make up I was wearing off on a dirty purse tissue, buckled up my killer (literally, they kill me) sandals, and put on my work-it-girl smile to head into the party.
And then. I could not stop sweating.
It was an outdoor thing. And someone brought me a drink. And I was worrying about how sweaty I looked to everyone else which was making me sweat even more.
So, I did what any other self respecting chick with pit stains and BO would do: I decided to call it a night.
And, right at the point that my mind committed to the idea that I really just couldn’t be there for one more minute, I stood to go and heard people screaming my name. For a split second I thought that I had somehow gotten my skirt tucked up in my panties. And then I realized that these weren’t horrified-hurry-up-and-cover-your-junk type screams these were excited-OMG!-OMG!-OMG! type screams.
Because, while I was not even listening to the goings on of the raffle because my brain was being totally consumed by my perspiring body and aching feet, my business card had messed around and won me 2 round trip tickets (to anywhere really) and a stay in the fabulous White Elephant Hotel in Nantucket!
I’m going to the Bahamas?!
Okay, I’m NOT going to the Bahamas since, as it turns out, Nantucket isn’t in the Bahamas like my faulty geography education led me to believe; it’s in Massachusetts. By Cape Cod. And Martha’s Vineyard.
Totally knew that. Totally.
Guess The Dudes are gonna have to miss me again when I head out to the island to enjoy my winnings.