I happened to mention to Liza (the only person at this conference whom I had ever met before) at the super awesome Queerosphere party that I was uncomfortably engorged and she said she had multiple breast pumps with her and would loan me one. There are a limited number of people at a gathering like this who one can ask for such a favor. I considered tweeting it, and I guarantee someone would have come through for me at this giant gathering of lactation. But I wouldn't KNOW them. And that felt odd. So it was amazing to have Liza, an IVP member, here. Because the IVP... oh, how they are my people.
NEXT YEAR - IVP/AdoptionLossInfertilty MEETING - SUNDAY AFTER BLOGHER - AUGUST 8, 2010 - NEW YORK CITY. Be there.
Anyway. We had fun hanging at the party and then decided to come back to the hotel together. I am big on walking but it was raining and she said a cab had cost 6 bucks so I said fine. And then this man swept in and said he was the hotel's town car driver and would be happy to take us. And we, lightweight nursing mommies on multiple cosmos, believed that this meant a free ride. Which it did not. The man heard us say lesbian as we drove and was all ears and kindness and business cards. And then suckered us for ten dollars for the ride.
We were intending to head up to Liza's room for the breast pump but the smell of chocolate lured us into the Type A Momfluence party which had a fricking chocolate fondue fountain. Oh... the awesome. Liza promptly dropped a cracker in and warned me of the great force of the streaming chocolate and we were dying laughing in the corner. Classy!
Then we were heading up in the elevator with some decidedly non-blogher folks and their children in the age 4-8 range and I started making jokes that only Liza got about feeding random toddler or children with my overly milky boobs. Lesbians were also mentioned. But it was the image of the perky elevator 4 year old latching on at the offer that set us off into severe laughter.
Now I am in my room, blogging while eating edamame from 7/11, drinking Diet Coke and pumping.
Also, I am in underwear, shoes and a blogher conference lanyard while doing this. HAWT.
Apparently conferences bring out the naked in me.
Earlier I was at a party where I witnessed a lizard and Mrs. Potato Head dancing to Hey Ya. Just on the theme of weird.
This conference, my friends... is awesome.
