Once a Year

by Ginger on April 22, 2015

in Random

This past weekend I found myself in Seattle, for my 3rd Blathering. It was as fabulous as it always is for me, and as usual I came back with my giggle meter totally full, along with my heart.

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At this point, I know enough people who tend to go to The Blathering that I don’t get nervous going anymore. It feels more like going back to summer camp than meeting strangers, even when I don’t know everyone who will be there. I settle into an easy rhythm with some old friends, with a little bit of nervous energy with new ones. I’m a hugger (unless you don’t want a hug, then I’ll wave like a spaz instead), and it’s always nice to put my arms around someone I haven’t seen in a year (or ever). I’ve also found my rhythm at these events. I don’t care as much about sightseeing as I do talking and giggling. I don’t care as much about sleeping as I do staying up and being rowdy. I get a scant 3, 4 days with all these lovely women and as awesome as the cities we visit are, and as lovely as sleep is, those things aren’t what sells me on this event year after year. It’s the women, and the laughter, and the connections (and, ok, a little bit, the booze & the food. But mostly the women).

At the end of it all, I’m always more than ready to come home. And it, inevitably, takes me a few days to recover (seriously, staying up until 2 am drinking for 3 days straight? I’m way too old for that, and yet…). But mostly, at the end of it all, I just miss everyone. I can hear their voices in my head when I read their words on Twitter, and I can hear their laughter echoing in my ears, but it’s not the same. (Why haven’t we mastered that whole teleportation thing yet?).

I’m lucky to have found this tribe of ladies, and even luckier that it grows every year. And I’m grateful, oh so grateful, to be able to spend time with them in person. Even if it’s only once a year, it’s still at least once a year.

Lara April 22, 2015 at 11:58 pm

I had so much fun with you. Can’t wait until next year xo

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