So in the last post I left off on Friday night at BlogHer. But what I completely forgot was Wednesday evening. I have no idea how this happened. Wednesday I met up with Jenn Burden, founder of World Moms Blog, and some of the writers/editors from there. We talked for a couple of hours at this incredible Greek restaurant.
Saturday was probably the craziest day of the whole trip – because Rebecca and I jam packed everything we could into it.
In the morning we were stressing out about how to get to breakfast and the first session, having overslept until 8:45, breakfast ending at 9, and the first session starting right after. In the end, we both calmed ourselves down, determined if the hall was anything like Friday we wouldn’t get into a session anyway, and chilled out in the room till 11.
We went to a session, hit the packed out Expo Halls (which were probably the thing I was most disappointed in, besides paying for and not being able to fit into most of the sessions). They were so crowded you could barely get to any tables. After, we went to lunch and listened to Katie Couric speak and wear the world’s most adorable shoes. I met sweet Tricia from Stream of the Conscious and heard her story of losing one of her triplets, then introduced her to Jessica from Four Plus an Angel who has been so dear to me these past few months – and also lost her daughter who was a triplet.
In the afternoon we did more Expo, then headed to Getting Gorgeous with Amy from Somebody’s Parents, who is sweet and funny and totally down to earth. Then Rebecca and I went back to the hotel to decompress and get ready for what could possibly be the most exciting moment of my life.
I was meeting The Pioneer Woman in the Hilton lobby before she and her two daughters left to go back home. We’d tried to meet up all weekend and it hadn’t worked – but before she left we were going to finally get to.
Honestly – I thought my heart might just explode right out of my chest. She came into that lobby and I’m not joking – those blogger heads were SNAPPING to get a glance at her. I told Kacia later that she looked like a princess – it was literally like meeting Cinderella at Disneyland after watching her movie a million times. She is absolutely gorgeous and so kind – I got to hug her and thank her for all she’s done for me the past few months, and briefly talk with her (equally gorgeous) girls. Who are incredibly poised and gracious especially considering the madhouse of people that wanted time with their mom.
From top left clockwise: SoHo, Rebecca and I skyping and gossiping in bed, walking to the tattoo parlor, waiting for the subway where we lost 5 inches in sweat each time, Ree Drummond and I (pre-heart attack).
After Alena, Rebecca, and I all got pictures with her, we hugged again and told her goodbye. Then Rebecca and I decided to head to a pizza place in Brooklyn she’d been dying to try, and stop at the World Trade Center on the way.
It was a powerful trip. We got there only to find out you need to have reservations to get into the memorial. But the guard at the gate simple gave us two tickets and let us in. We walked through security and a maze of tunnels to enter this beautiful, garden like place with pools for where the Twin Towers stood.
After we left, we got back on the subway to head to Brooklyn for the very famous Grimaldi’s Pizza. On the subway, a man sat next to me who was clearly not in his right mind, and suddenly turned himself away from me making loud noises. The lady across from me looked at me with wide eyes and I shrugged, but he must have thought I was staring at him because he turned, grabbed my hand, pulled, scratched me, and yelled, “Don’t look at me! Don’t look at me!”
In shock, I ripped my hand away from him and loudly said, “DON’T TOUCH ME.”
I could see him pause slightly, and everyone was staring at us. My mind was racing as to what I had sharp in my bag that I could use on him if he continued, but he turned away and continued to yell, “Don’t look at me, don’t look at me…”
The next stop was ours and we got off in a hurry. I was more mad than scared.
To be continued…
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