Posts Tagged: BlogHer09
Meet Room 704
Here’s the story of three lovely ladies
The ladies of room seven-oh-four
All of them had killer racks, like no other
The youngest one had more
Here’s the story, of a man named Drew
Who was busy pimping out vibes
He was hitting all the bloggers
Yes he found all the tribes
Till the one day when the ladies met this fellow
And they knew it was much more than an “O”
That this group would somehow form a family
That’s the way these beeshes birthed 704
Seven -oh- Four, Seven -oh- Four,
That’s the way they became Room… Seven… oh… Four…
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Dawn: I met her by was of Lotus’ blog. In reading her blog I have laughed, I have cried, and I have learned so much. Dawn can also knit like nobody’s business. Most importantly, though, she will always tell it like it is. My admiration for Dawn is vast. Not to mention the girl wears kick ass shoes! Oh and have you seen her bewbs? They are SPECTACULAR!
Leslie: When I first found Mrs. Flinger I knew I would like her. It was this video that sealed the deal for me. I knew how great of a day it would be when all my kids were napping together. When I watched it I had three big kids who did not nap and one baby whose napping was hit or miss. I think I watched this video like fourteen times in a row. We spoke on a panel, at Blissdom’09, together. The chat that we had when we were preparing our gig sealed the deal for her. You don’t talk about blow-jobs and throw eff-bombs around Leslie. That is unless you want her to love you forever. Me? I talked about blow-jobs and threw eff-bombs. I knew what I was doing.
Victoria: The VDog. I could probably leave it at that because when I say, “The VDog“, you know what I mean. The O.G. Crackah. Little Man’s Hot Ma. You know? Veee Dawg. Victoria is one of my original bloggy peeps. She’s been with me since the beginning; when I first made my foray into the blog-o-sphere. Our boys are practically the same age and if it weren’t for living across the country from one another, I know they would “totes” be Tonka Truck BFFs! V will get to meet Davey in September. I’m looking forward to that. Now I just gotta get my butt to her house one year.
Meet Rachel
there’s a place where i can go
where i can feel at home
where i know i am loved
there she waits
with something freshly baked
and a fresh gallon of sweet tea
you are welcome always
she will always welcome you
for she is the epitome of southern hospitality
her smile radiates as she greets
her arms wrap around you
in a heart-felt, generous hug
you can go to this place anytime
you are down home there
for you are in the bosom of
Written for Rachel–my friend–with love, on her birthday.
Happy Birthday, Darling!
Meet Chris Mann
Chris making his way to the Room 704 party at BlogHer.
Back before Blissdom09 I got an instant message from my friend, Allison Worthington. She was so excited that she had to share some news. That was when I first heard of Chris Mann. He was going to be at Blissdom, singing for the attendees. Within a New York minute I was at his MySpace page, listening to his tracks and looking at his pictures. I was INSTANTLY hooked and requested to be his friend. I even messaged him telling him that I was going to be the photographer at the conference and that I couldn’t wait to meet him. Ever the gentleman he accepted my friend request and messaged me back saying that he couldn’t wait to meet me. Thus began our relationship. Then we took it to Twitter, but the secret was out; I had to share him with countless other Chris-crazed, Mann-happy bloggers. No worries, though, because Chris knows I’m the O.G.
When I met him at Blissdom, I knew he was going to be big. Charisma oozed out of his pores. Just standing around him made me giddy as he’s just got this aura around him. Sure, he’s drop-dead gorgeous. Sure, he can carry a tune. Sure, he is funny, smart, and cool. More importantly, he’s authentic. He’s genuine. He’s solid. If you aren’t familiar with him. You will be. Mark my words, Chris Mann is here to stay and he’s going to soar to the top of the charts. The way you can tell a true musician is by their live performances. I’ve seen him sing live a few times now, and every. single. time. I am completely blown away by his voice and ability.
He sang at a few of the parties at Blogher, in Chicago. The first one that I saw him at was the Soxial Luxe Lounge. He was singing (ever so sweetly the way he does) and I was snapping pictures of him. He saw me and mid-song said, “Hi Mishelle.”
I swooned or blushed or both?
Chris you are the Mann!
Meet Mr Lady
Mr Lady with Aaron Vest at the Sheraton Hotel in Chicago
I got my period five days early because of Mr Lady.
Yes, that’s right, I blame Shannon for the red tide coming in almost a week before she was due. Why? Let me explain:
We stood around in a circle of women. Someone said something to the effect of all the women around at BlogHer would cause our cycles to be thrown off big time. I laughed. Shannon laughed.
“Well, I alone will throw everyone off,” Mr Lady proudly declared, referring to her super-fertility.
Apparently The Donor need merely look at his sexy Mr Lady the wrong way (or the right way, you decide) and she could make a baby. I’m the same way. I have Michael wear a condom when he’s around me for protection. Dude, that’s just how easily [we] get pregnant!
So I leaned in to my *O.G. Stalker and I sniffed. I sniffed her loooooong and haaaaaard and I have to admit it was hot. Good thing I’m able to show some restraint, in public, because I could have done some pretty raunchy stuff to that girl. She’s not hot, she’s mother-effing HOT!
So maybe I’m partly to blame, what with the sniffing and all, but she’s definitely to blame with all her super hero pheromones and shit.
I was thinking about whom I’d write about today and when Aunt Flo blazed into town, without even a postcard, I knew it would be Shannon. Then today she wrote this post about how she keeps Mr Lady hidden from most of the people in her life. Now, on top of both being extremely gorgeous and having super sensitive fertility, we have something else in common.
There are only a few people from “real life” that know about my blog. I haven’t told my parents. I don’t link on my Facebook (though I do have blog friends on my FB account). And I don’t know why. I don’t know why I haven’t told them, other than I like having my space without their constant watch. Been there, done that. I think about exposing it to other family, daily, but I don’t. Only time will tell. Time or Google, not sure which one will prevail.
*Back to my O.G. Stalker:
A while back ‘le sex pot’ (uh, dude, did you see her picture?) stalked me. I don’t know where she found me (ok, maybe I do) but one day she added me to all the various social medias. Then I called her bluff and told her she wasn’t a true stalker until she called or texted me. Then I gave her my phone number. 7.4 seconds later I had a text message and a few days later we had our first phone conversation.
I’ve been in love with you ever since, yo. Believe that!
Because she’s the coolest, instead of business cards, Shannon gave out these stickers at BlogHer09. I intend on keeping mine on my phone. For-like-ever!
Meet Piper
In my life I have these friends that I don’t talk to very often, do not see all the time, or can’t have coffee in my kitchen with on a weekly basis. And that’s ok. I’ve come to terms with having friends like this because the alternative’s the friends I do have. When we do talk it’s like we’ve been talking for ages. When we see one another we look on with love, honor, and gratitude. When we drink or eat together, the moments are heartily endearing. In my opinion, this is the best type of friend to have. Piper is one of these friends to me.
All weekend long, at BlogHer, I would catch little Piper effulgences. Her luminescence it did indeed serve as a beacon for my soul. I’d spot her in a crowd, her fiery mane standing out, as if to say Here I am, Mishelle. See I’m here. Right here. Everytime we were in each other’s midst it was spectacular and very much like we’d never been apart even having just physically met on Thursday, July 23th.
Then, on Saturday, we spent a chunk of hours together. Our voices told stories from the depths of our hearts. Our visual exchanges were introspective. Our laughter was bountiful as we broke bread and saluted to love, friendship, and life. There isn’t any question as to what kind of friend Piper is to me. Later that night this was unabashedly proven.
While on our $3.00 Patron Margarita binge at the dive we happened to stumble into with two other friends I asked Piper about her plans for getting to the airport. I basically arranged for us that we would take the El train to O’Hare. Greedily, I was looking for some more Piper time. She however couldn’t do it. I didn’t understand why until I went to her room to finalize our plans that night.
“Uhh.. [they’re] just gonna take me,” she said.
“Ok,” I said, “but we’re gonna get to the El together, right?” I tried to clarify.
“No, [they’re] just gonna take me,” she quivered.
My gears started grinding as I saw this strange-yet-familiar look on her face. Then it dawned on me. She didn’t want to say goodbye, let alone do it in public. I felt peace.
“It’s totally ok, honey. I’ll just go back to my original plan of going to the airport with Lou and company,” I concluded.
Then I told her that we’d just have to say good-bye right then, because we couldn’t count on seeing each other in the chaos of the morning. She nodded with tears streaming down her cheeks. And there, in that moment, in the bathroom of her hotel room, we embraced as she covered her face and sobbed.
“Do you know how much I love you,” she whispered in my ear.
“Do YOU know how much I love you,” I clearly said back.
<There was sobbing from both of us under the bad lighting of the Sheraton’s bathroom which just as well could have been a heavenly light by the exuberant feeling of love that we had created>
She buried her head in my shoulder; some of her hair got in my mouth. I pulled her away, as I asked her to look at me, and said, “One time I said something to you. A long time ago. Do you remember? Do you?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
<Of course she remembered.>
“One time, a long time ago, I said to you that we are kindred spirits, right?”
“Uh huh,” she sniffled.
<There was even more sobbing from both of us as we hesitantly said our goodbyes knowing that we’d see each other soon and even if we didn’t it would be ok because we’re the kind of friends that don’t need to see each other daily or hear each other’s voices regularly.>
“We are. Don’t ever forget it.” I reiterated.
<It was in that brief moment that I forced myself to leave the bathroom of her hotel room.>
No matter where my light shines, I know that Piper’s light is shining with me.
No matter how my light travels, I know that Piper’s light travels just as fast or slow.
No matter how bright or dim, I know that Piper’s light will supplement mine readily.
We are beams of lights, intersected.
Piper and I, we’re of love, and we’re definitely kindred spirits.
