1. If you’re really lucky, Emily Cassee will tell you about the time the bird got stuck on her head for 45 minutes. Maybe we could reenact it. Can you rent birds? I will also require a Honda Civic hatchback and a Dave.
3. Your readership will go up. I know everyone likes to pretend it’s not about the numbers, but 60 people are going to tweet about you, link to you, and write blog posts about pretty you are. Your numbers will go up.
5. You know that feeling you get when you laugh so hard and for so long that your face hurts? You’ll have that feeling for three days straight.
6. Hardly anyone will hang on your leg and demand that you change their diaper.
7. I know we say this every year and I know it’s hard to understand from afar, but it’s just going to be really really really fun. There’s fun drinks and nametags and most of all, people are nice. It doesn’t matter how many people read your blog or what you wear or what you look like or who you knew before you came, everyone will be nice to you. This is not like Blogher. If you try to stand in a corner, we will find you and we will force you to let us be nice to you.
8. Edible glitter. That is all.
9. It’s different when you read someone’s blog after you’ve met them. It just is. When someone goes from “in the computer” to “in real life” it’s like going from black and white to full color. You’ll never read those blogs the same way again.
10. The women you’ll meet this weekend? They will change your life. They will become your friends, your most loyal blog readers, your twitter favorites, the people you turn to in a crisis. They’ll meet you for brunch when you’re all back home and hold your babies when they are born and send you clothes that they’ve outgrown and they will be your new friends and become your old friends and then become some of the very best friends you have. It happened to me, so I know. It’s an amazing weekend, but it’s also just so much MORE than those three days, somehow, because you will leave New Orleans with friends. Real true life for always friends.
And that’s just one of the ten reasons that this is my favorite weekend of the year, bar none.
(Although the edible glitter doesn’t hurt.)
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