I have officially attended my first food blogging conference, or as my brother calls it, “nerd fest.” Apparently my son feels the same way, because he once referred to blogging as a “nerdy woman thing to do.” I have this fantasy where my family doesn’t realize how amazingly successful I’ve become, and they say, “How long are you going to keep spending all your time on this nerdy little hobby of yours?” and I reply, “My blog makes a gazillion dollars every year, so there!” and they all sit in stunned silence with their mouths open, only I wouldn’t actually use the word “gazillion” because I have a pet peeve about using words that don’t really exist, and I probably wouldn’t say “so there!” because it’s a little juvenile. But I would want to.
What are the best parts of attending a food blogging convention in Seattle? There are several. But remember, every rose has its thorns, and every food blogging conference high has it’s low.
High: Meeting new people. People like Meghan over at Mostly Noodles, not only because she is awesome, but also because she was one of the few people I spoke to more than once.
Low: Realizing how bad I am at meeting new people. I can turn an acquaintance into a friend in nothing flat, but turning a stranger into an acquaintance is where I struggle. And I was reminded of that at least a thousand times this weekend.
High: Eating awesome food, and more awesome food, which was plentiful and available, though not necessarily cheap.
Low: Realizing I would soon be going home to Utah, which has a lot of fine qualities, amazing food not among them.
High: Staying at the same freaking awesome hotel where the conference was held. This place was big, gorgeous, and came with amazing service.
Low: Sleeping alone. Sleeping alone AND going to bed early, because I was up at the crack of dawn to catch my flight. It’s a double whammy of patheticness. (Yes, I realize patheticness isn’t a word, and that’s kind of hypocritical; I don’t need any comments about it!)
High: Pike’s Place Market.
Low: There are no low’s to Pike’s Place. Maybe that my BFF Jen wasn’t with me. I tried to convince her to start her own food blog so she could join me, but she didn’t.
Maybe next year?