I am exhausted.
It would have been nice to get to New York a little early and leave a day later - but I was there as a flat-fee contractor, and had to pay my own expenses. So I stayed in New York for exactly the nights I was needed there, and my first meal there was a cheap salad I picked up at the nearest Duane Reed (which cost about a third of Friday night's room service, ordered because I was too pooped to leave the hotel). The only landmarks I got to see were in transit to and from the airport, although if I peered out my hotel window to the right, I got a nice glimpse of Radio City Music Hall.
And as a worker behind the scenes, I got to see very little of the actual conference: I sat in on the last-minute keynote opening with President Barack Obama speaking live from the White House. I assisted with my favorite part of every BlogHer conference: The Voices of the Year presentation, which always makes me feel inspired... and inadequate. I saw friends -- although I also missed many who were there (and with 5,000 attendees onsite, this is not surprising).
People who did see me remarked on how busy I looked. It probably did not help that I was hobbling around in Das Boot -- what they don't know is that I would be limping by day three of a conference even without a recently healed broken toe. Conventions are murder on your feet, and the years I spent managing them for CAR took a toll on mine. I made sure to hit the Dr. Scholls display as part of my conference prep this time; thank goodness.
Now that I'm home, I'm giving my corns and callouses a rest in flip flops. I fell asleep on the couch almost immediately upon my return last night, and it took me all of today just to get through my email. Now, I'm ready to write about my BlogHer 12 experience -- but all I want to do is get back on that couch and sleep some more. So you will have to wait until tomorrow.