I LOVE being excited to meet new people. It still terrifies me, and being on no anxiety drugs or alcohol or smokes anymore causes me to be a bit, shall we say, AWKWARD about meeting new people.
I have the honor of meeting some fellow bloggers this weekend at the St. Baldricks Baldathon. Sheila from Mary Tyler Mom (who's lovely daughter Donna is the inspiration for her starting all this raising money for Pediatric Cancer business); Deb at The Monster in Your Closet; Karin at Pinwheels and Poppies; Chris at From the Bungalow; Nikki at Moms Who Drink and Swear and Sam from Tripping While Standing Still (She is interviewing for a new jobby and can't shave now, but all monies still go to the charity. Blog in construction, but stay tuned, it's good!)
Kids with Cancer are the reason we've all gathered together, and some are shaving their heads and we have worked TIRELESSLY to get money donated. I've given money and I will continue to give money and shout outs and share this info as much as I can because it's so important.
So, we know what the real mission of this event is. Now, on to the totally superficial part of it. I've never met these folks in real life. I'm mortified when meeting people I admire, especially writers because I FREAK THE FUCK OUT. I geek out for writers. I met Augusten Burroughs and I squeeeeeed my underpants. Seriously. Just a little bit, but still.
|"Katy, Live well and Best Wishes" SWOON. One of my "grab if building is on fire" possessions.|
I am awkward in person you guys. Sure, I can be witty and cute online, but when you meet me in person, I am a spaz and a half. I know it's hard to believe. Now, I've read a ton of people telling Sheila that she should have a drink to calm her nerves at the event. I don't have that luxury, so it's going to be full on spaz and sheepish drooling over meeting some of these writers and humans I admire so much.
Here's the scene, here's how it's going to go down. I meet Sheila and the Gang (fresh new musical group!) and I WILL be sweating profusely. I will have my ecig in my hand at all times, cleverly hidden so that no one will know what it is and may get nervous it's some kind of illegal camera or something.
|"Can you speak up please? I can't quite hear you."|
So, if you survive all of this and still want to be my "friend" and read my work, I salute you. Here's a tip, you may want to bring your dog whistle to call me off you or your friends.
This event is going to be great you guys. It's a bonus to be excited to meet great new people I admire. You could say it's a THING I LOVE THURSDAY.
*Man, I love me some Radiohead.