I survived Blissdom. And I fell in love.

And it wasn't with Chris Mann. Although, he was there. And, yes, he is delicious. (what do I mean he was there? Um, he sat in front of me and gave me a private concert) (I don't care if there were 250 other women in the room. He was singing to me, dammit). 

And I didn't exactly fall in love with the twelve other bloggers with whom I spent 45 minutes while trapped in elevator #2 of the Hotel Preston, but I came darn close. Physically, I've never been so close to so many lovely ladies at one time. We swapped sweat and stories and frustrations and tweets and fears and panic and phobias and more sweat. And now we will forever share an emotional (and somewhat comical) memory, one that we will relive at our 2010 reunion: #elevator 13. For more about this hormonal journey, read Shannan's brief tale of survival at her blog (she shares a couple of telling pictures, as well).

Oh, and speaking of the hotel, you must read Ally-B-Speakin's post about this fabulous art-deco-style hotel, room-serviced beta fish and all.

In all seriousness, I fell in love over and over at Blissdom. There are some amazing bloggers running there mouths in the blogosphere. My favorites are the ones who don't do it for money, rather they do it for the love of writing, for the love of blogging, and for the love of loving themselves enough to be honest and transparent. These women are inspirational, and I hope that I can grow up and be just like them.