Suck on that, hotel people.

This is the early morning view from the living room of my gracious hosts during the BlogHer Food conference in San Francisco:

And this is what I have in the guest bedroom:

Starting conversations on Twitter PAYS OFF. Staying with strangers is the place in which it is.

I’d be playing it right now, but I am wiped. 300+ food bloggers stuffed in a hotel conference center together for 12 hours? FUCKING EXHAUSTING, even though I of course love you all to tiny bits and pieces, which I will tear up and burn so that through the multiplication of the original bits into ashes, there are even more and tinier bits for me to love.

BTW, don’t forget to enter the giveaway.

9 thoughts on “Suck on that, hotel people.

  1. Wonderful post Michelle, hope you’re having a great time! I love this writing:
    “even though I of course love you all to tiny bits and pieces, which I will tear up and burn so that through the multiplication of the original bits into ashes, there are even more and tinier bits for me to love.”.

    Om shanti girlfriend,
    Connie

  2. I would totally be in the corner, fetal position, sucking my thumb if I’d just gotten back from BlogHerFood.

    The view was pretty sweet, though.

  3. laura, it was a little overwhelming. if definitely made me a little scared of the full-on blogher conferences.

    connie, glad to entertain!

    meathook, thank you so much for having me. you’re a fantastic crutch for the socially inept.

    caitlin, i am only sad that i met you so late in the day.

    kitchenwitch, that’s pretty much what i did at a friend’s in berkeley the next day while he studied for an exam.

  4. 1. Fucking exhausting is right. I could barely string together a coherent sentence by the end of the night. Thank god it was only one-day long!

    2. Michelle is a fucking bad-ass. Now that I’ve met her in person, I feel like I can confirm this.

    3. Michelle also has a super-mega crush on Rocco Dispirito. Don’t ask why. I just happen to know that she wants to have ten million of his babies and eat frozen Bertolli meals with him until they grow old together.

  5. Lady, we had a good time in SF – didn’t we? DIDN’T WE? That’s a real question b/c I don’t remember much after martini #1… No seriously, I think I tweeted a profanity in your presence. That was awesome. You are awesome. I *heart* you. Let’s partay again sometime, b/c we ARE the critical mass of awesomeness. Just sayin’. xxoo

  6. leena, it’s true. i hope that by sleeping with him, some of his botox will enter my system and i will be forever ageless.

    it’s also true that i am a bad-ass.

    jen, i could lie and make up all kinds of shit, but i won’t: we are the critical mass of awesome and we did have crazy fun.

    i feel like we’ve become close enough that you don’t have to leave your last name in the comment, but maybe we still have another friendship level to surmount.

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