PNW Blogger meetup, or that time I went to a thing and tried not to suck too much

This last weekend was a PNW Blogger meetup. The event was put together by Mandy from Harper's Happenings, Chelsea from The Paper Mama, and Melissa from Hi Baby, who did an awesome job. There was a daytime event for families at Greenlake Park and a nighttime event just for the bloggers, at Telaricos (which I hadn't been to in quite awhile, but I really like.)
I thought the daytime event would be good cause I'd have Q with me as sort of a distraction. Turns out all I was really able to do was chase him around (HA HA-Blog Title! oh, to laugh) while everyone else chatted. I felt so stupid. Eventually Shawn came back, so I was able to try and chat a little while he wrangled the little man. Of course everyone was SUPER nice but, by my own fault completely, I felt out of place. This isn't a new thing for me though, in new situations, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

After that Shawn and I got breakfast-lunch. Pancakes helped and I decided to still go to the nighttime event. Then it was back home for a little while, and a slight wardrobe change. Then out to West Seattle with Tenacious D on the radio courtesy of Shawn, which I'm surprised didn't cause me to say lewd, inappropriate things all night.

Anyway, there was pizza, prizes, a photographer & a photobooth (the pics are sooo funny! I couldn't gather up my nerve to take a silly picture myself- boooo me) and lots of awesome ladies to chat with. And although I didn't make my way around to meet any people, those I did get to meet were lovely, as I'm sure everyone was.

A few pictures, courtesy of Jessica May Photography :

HUGE Pizzas

Awesome prizes, none of which went home with me (BTW- I missed most of what was going on while these were being handed out because some drunk dude kept trying to ask me what was going on. I explained it, like 3 times, but he was not getting it. He came back to me again later and asked again. Random. He was probably just trying to meet some hot ladies, so I guess I can't blame him.)

Cool people

Dorks (okay, maybe just the one) (I'm trying to decide if anyone would notice if I ate the whole thing)

I didn't take many pictures myself, but I wore cute shoes:

And I wore makeup (gasp!)

And here's my little name tag that I ripped in half at some point (and I wasn't even drinking)

I'm glad I decided to go. Sounds like lots of other ladies were a little nervous too. I'll definitely go next time around and just unleash my weirdness on everyone. Well, maybe after a drink or 3. Look out! 

This is not my first time

Blogging I mean. What did you think I meant? Anyways, weirdo. So before this I've had, oh about 5 blog attempts in the past. The first was a Live Journal. Remember Live Journal? Yeah, well I had a paid account for about a year and posted maybe 10 times. Fail. I think there was something on Diaryland too, but I'm not sure if I ever really posted there. Then came MySpace. Remember MySpace? Hahaha.... Anyway, I blogged there for awhile. I went to check what the hell I ever blogged, but mostly it was those questioners and maybe song lyrics when I was feeling especially lame and emo. Then a Blogger blog that got three posts before I got pregnant and stopped. Which is dumb, cause that would have been a great time to start documenting things that I've now probably forgotten. Then I had a New Years Resolution! That was to blog and take more pictures. So a Tumblr account was created. And quickly was forgotten. So. Huh. Did I have a point? Maybe not. But I will say that I obviously have this desire to write silly things and document things in my life. So even though I may quit again, I'm really trying this time. Onto another week of trying.  Fingers crossed for me?

Well that was awkward

So I posted all about the wedding I recently went to, which my dear husband officiated over. (HA! That sounds so funny to me all formal and stuffs)  What I didn't talk about was how silly and awkward I felt for the first part of the wedding. So since Shawn was part of the wedding (he also was supposed to kind of MC a bit that night), he was running around doing stuff before hand, and then between the ceremony and reception when cocktail hour was happening. And the thing is, the only people I actually knew were: the bride, groom, 2 of the groomsmen, and the person that made the cake. There were a few other people around I'd met, but that was mostly family of the bride and groom. Otherwise, I didn't know ANYONE. I was able to sit next to the person that made the cake (wife of a groomsmen) for the ceremony. But afterward she was talking with her in-laws and such. So, I was left to wonder around by myself. And I couldn't even have a damn drink since I'm all knocked up.
Which of course has me thinking about this upcoming blogger meet-up I decided I should participate in. Why? Why did I think it'd be a good idea to go to an event where I will know NO ONE? I am TERRIBLE with strangers. Hell, I'm terrible with people I know. Just a bad conversationalist. Baaaad. I mean, sure, maybe it's a good idea to try and push my comfort level a bit. But should I start a little smaller? If I couldn't handle myself at a wedding with people I'd met before, how will I handle this?  Maybe I'll start talking to strangers on the bus to prepare myself. Everyone loves it when strangers talk to them on the bus, right?  Aye aye aye... I'm in trouble.

Um. I've done what now?

Okay, so yesterday I pulled the trigger on something that I'm ridiculously nervous and unsure about.  Um, so I went ahead and bought a ticket to a PNW blogger meetup. I've been kinda obsessing about the idea since I heard about it some weeks ago, and yesterday tickets were available. Knowing that they were limited and would probably sell quick I had to decide yea or nay pretty quick. And, um, I did it. I think I feel a nervous rash taking over me. I have one month to get over it. I can't even believe I did it. I don't even have a frackin name for this blog. I mean, seriously.
The thing is- this could be a good push for me to do something waaay out of my comfort zone. I could also end up spending the night huddled in a bathroom stall crying. I guess we'll just have to see.