I don’t have very many friends and I take full responsibility for that. Friends require a lot of maintenance – drinks, shopping, phone conversations – and I’d rather lay in bed and read. I have a good time once I’m out (please see #elsalto), it just takes one hell of a pep-talk to get myself dressed and out the door. Depression? Laziness? An old soul? Pick one.
And then, if I wasn’t nervous enough about going to Blogher solo, I find out that most people are there to socialize and party when I was planning on going to a full days worth of sessions. I knew that the networking was the main draw, but I’m not a party person so I was hoping that most of my networking would be done through the sessions and not the after-parties. But, do I really want to socialize with the mommy bloggers that cut loose and dance on the bar after a few mocktails when I can have a rip-roaring time in advanced social media, syndication and stats? I think the choice is obvious.
Basically – I’m a homebody and a bookworm (have you seen the list of books I’ve read in the past year?) and I’m beginning to think that this may clash with my blog persona. Even in college I used to weasel my way out of Thirsty Thursdays and Penny Pitchers – I was to 2 house parties all four (okay, four and a half) years of college and never set foot in four of the six bars on campus – but everyone thought I was out every weekend.
My mom told me yesterday that I’m an open book – is that what makes people think my inhibitions are low? I’m loud and chatty once you get me going and I do enjoy a Margarita every now and again ( I also won’t turn down a Bloody Mary, Jack & Ginger, Jack & Coke, or Vodka Tonic – extra lime) but I don’t know what about me screams party girl…so I’m going to read now.