Leslie and I are here, having a late, lazy morning. We're recovering, a little before heading out to sight see. It's a cloudy and (by my standards) cool day with a chance of some rain showers. As long as it doesn't rain too hard, I should be able to use the scooter to get places.
Last night, we went to dinner at an Irish pub. We had decided that the crowds of Blogher women were a little were a little overwhelming, and it was time for a quieter get away. Turns out, we couldn't go very far, as my scooter needed charging (my fault, I didn't do it the night before). We did cause some comment from one jerk as we entered. Seems not many red haired fat girls on red scooters come driving into the door.
It was wonderful! We had a Guinness (my first, not bad!) and ordered. When it arrived, a guy came over to ask what it was we were having. We invited him to join us, and started talking.
Turns out he was in town overnight, working for an Delta. We had a nice long chat and it was interesting to compare notes with him. He finished his dinner and we said our good-byes. We gave him our cards and he's promised to read our blogs.
After he left, we met some ladies, and discovered that they, too, were refugees from the crowds at Blogher. Comparing notes, it turned out that we had a lot in common. We were close in age and were having the same issues with the conference.
This was a good conference, all in all. The events were well done and the variety of classes and learning opportunities were great. Problem was, a lot of everything from the sponsors to the whole tenor of the events seemed to be geared towards one demographic: young Mommy Bloggers.
Now, understand. I admire Mommy Bloggers. They are funny, smart and doing a tough and vital thing, raising children is not for the faint of heart or easily frightened. I love reading their posts and love laughing and crying with them at the things kids can do.
It's just that, well... not all of us are Mommy Bloggers.
More about this, later.