You Make Me Want To Be A Better (Wo)Man...
I was thinking about doing another TequilaCon wrap-up post that was chock full of amazing and amusing anecdotes but it seems like I've already peed my pants about five times tonight reading everyone else's posts. So I tell you what...I'll get my gibberish out of the way then link you to a magical world of crazy drunken antics. Oh and I mean "fucking certifiably crazy".
But before that, I'd like to bring myself to a mellow and talk about some of the more emotional aspects of this weekend as I am often prone to do. Unbelievably, between the booze, boobie shots, hiding from Karl's flashing, constant twattering and other fun sightseeing things....I learned a lot about myself. In fact, I think I was so busy cultivating my guts that I forgot to take pictures...I have a few of the pre-con but that's really it. But anyway, let's talk innards....
I hate being this fat. I'm actually working on it and was starting to lose weight right before leaving for Philly but obviously not enough to take away the extra pounds gained from last year before the big day. So no matter how many of you want to roll your eyes at me and tell me to shut the fuck up, I'm just being honest. There was a genuine worry on my part that feeling that way about myself would affect me more than the actual weight itself so I tried really hard to just get over it and let my light shine. I think I did a pretty good job of it. It's easy around this specific group of bloggers because not one of them, that I know of anyway, was even phased by that shit. So I don't really want to dwell on that aspect too much except to say that for some reason, while super fucking drunk, it did.
I was a little lost for awhile at TequilaCon, not really knowing who to talk to...not because I had no one to talk to but because there were so many great people that I felt a bit overwhelmed. Yes, the secret is out...even extroverts can often feel like hiding in the corner for five quiet minutes. I went outside to "make out" a lot (our code for smoking) because most of the people I know really well smoke and it was sort of a mini haven at points. Okay fine dammit, and I smoked too...yeah yeah, drunk smoking.
Not a lot of people know this but something happened at one point in the night that hurt my feelings...we'll just say that I overheard something that I wish I hadn't. I wanted to walk away and just say "whatever" but I found myself running to the first person who I thought would be nice to me and somehow that person ended up being Shiny. Don't get me wrong...it's not that I didn't think Shiny was the awesome right out of the gate but I guess I would have expected myself to run to someone else...they were all busy or outside "making out". Not to imply that Shiny was sloppy seconds or anything ;).
The point is that the conversation I had with Shiny led to tears and as soon as that happened, he took my hand and led me down the flight of stairs faster than anything I've ever seen. We then proceeded to talk about tons of stuff for over an hour, I'd guess...hell if I know, time just flew by. In that hour I learned more about myself than I had all day...it was good to just sit in the moment and be quiet after a night of being a loud mouth crazy woman who checked her shyness at the departure gate at John Wayne Airport, Terminal A. It was great to just breathe and say some things I'd needed to tell *someone* for such a long time.
Why this story? Well Shiny himself opened up about being a shy introverted person on his blog post tonight and I thought I'd talk a little about what it's like to be an outgoing extrovert. Of course there are differences but I think when it all comes down to it, we're all just looking for a quiet room, a quiet mind and someone who gets us, even if it's just for that singular moment in time.
Tomorrow I will talk about what it's like to find women that you click with when you were pretty convinced that you were the type of chick who didn't really "do" girls (that's what Karl said). Then later in the week, I'll talk about meeting big named bloggers and what they're really like. Everyone else is blowing the whistle on the embarrassing antics...but I'm getting to the creamy center, one post at a time.
If you want laughs, I suggest you read through my Google Reader Shared Items, which are pretty much all the crazy hijinks of bloggers...you can go from there directly to their pages and I really suggest it. I cannot stop laughing and peeing and laughing and peeing.
Butterfly Kisses,
Me
