I have to say that I was surprised how many of you emailed and asked for more details on the weekend. Not that I thought you weren’t interested in my little OATcation—I just wasnt certain if you were all oat’ed out.
Apparently you aren’t.
I do have more knowledge to share (& the recipe for pancakes we were treated to created by none other than THIS WOMAN) but figure you want to know the down&dirty.
Dont lie to me, People. Your emails tell the tale.
Many of you asked what it was like to meet the other bloggers/was I nervous etc.
Amazing & no.
Beyond the fact I felt as though I knew everyone since Id read their blogs for so long—an unexpected gift of my doing videos is that I also felt as though they ‘knew’ me.
That said, just because I wasn’t nervous doesn’t mean I wasn’t kinda star struck.
The knowledge, the talent, the collective years blogging, the creativity, the talent?
All very awe inspiring to me.
(if by awe inspiring you mean I was the held back and listened more shy version of myself the entire first night—-which I do).
Now to the flashing.
If you drop by here on any kind of a regular basis you’re aware that I, like all of you, lead a happy hectic life.
If you’re a BabyMama on any kind of a regular basis you’re aware that the aforementioned hectic life means I rarely shower without tinytoddlerpryingeyes waiting for me to hurry up and finish (TMI? yes, but that’s the way we roll here).
As a result, one big reason I was looking forward to the hotel stay was the chance to take a long luxurious shower. Alone.
It was the first thing I did Saturday morning and it was fantabulous.
Long, light because of the lovely enormous window, & relaxing.
(you see where Im going here)
Post-shower we all met in the lobby and, as I walked up to the group, I heard a woman say: …and that’s why they call this the naked building.
My. Heart. Dropped.
I’d made the assumption that, since there wasn’t a *shade*, the window in shower must be tinted.
It ISNT (for those of you who may have the opportunity to stay at the well-windowed Hard Rock Hotel in the future).
And, when I went back upstairs at the end of the day, I discovered a shade pulled veryveryVERYtightly to the top of the window.
So tight & snug that, were you a mama who was way too excited about her solo-shower time, you mightcould unknowingly invite all of Chicago into the watery fun.
Id like to pretend that I dont give a shit but, in fact, Im still cringing about it as I type. Please not to let me know if you hear of anyone who spied my leg shaving in progress.
All in all (Im struggling for brevity!) it was a trip of a lifetime.
(complete with tees so we can recognize each other. anyone have any sponsorship connections? I’m putting feelers out on my end as well.)
I could go on and on but I wont.
I leave you with a glimpse into our weekend.
WHO KNOWS what we are doing (& why it’s so dark).
Please to enjoy—we certainly did.