***I wrote and scheduled this post prior to learning about the horrific Boston bombing. There is nothing I can say to make sense of what occurred, and my hearts and prayers are in Boston today.***
Last Thursday night the SF bloggers meet up that Stephanie and I put together took place, and it was awesome.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, and before the event I started getting really nervous. Terrible insecure thoughts started running through my mind… What if I don’t click with anyone? What if I’m not fashionable enough for the fashion bloggers? What if no one shows up? What if this is a super awkward fail of an event?
(If you haven’t realized it by now, I’m superb at over-analyzing!)
Fortunately, none of that happened. Just the opposite, actually.
Almost 20 local bay area bloggers showed up. We talked. We laughed. We drank wine. We joked about how weird it is that we all know so much about each others lives even though we’ve never met. We talked about the blogs we love. And the blogs we don’t.
All of the women that came were just awesome great people, and I feel like I legitimately made some new friends.
The event was held at Pause Wine Bar, and the venue couldn’t have been more perfect. The owner, Chris, was wonderful to work with, and everything was seamless because of him. It was “supposed” to end at 9, but most people stayed until after 10, and a few of us kind of sort of ending up staying until well after midnight and being the last people at the bar…
(My husband said he expected nothing less.)
So, all of this is to say, it was a wonderful time, and I really hope to do it again soon.
Unfortunately, I was a terrible blogger and didn’t take any pictures. Not even one! Isn’t that the cardinal rule of blogging? Especially when you are at a blogging event?
Luckily, Stephanie, being the awesome photographer that she is, took some that she shared with me. Sarah posted some photos over on her blog as well.
Kelli / Me/ Heather / Mo / Kathleen
Top: Alison / Kelli / Chantal / Lindsay / Theresa
Bottom Row: Stephanie and me
All photos courtesy of Stephanie Court Photography
Here’s the full list of all the lovely ladies that were able to make it:
Happy blog stalking!
Have you ever been to a blogging event?
P.S. Registration for the Blogger Book Swap started on Sunday, so if you’re interested in participating head on over to Kim’s blog and sign up!
Okay, so based on my comments from yesterday’s post,
apparently getting naked at bachelorette parties isn’t normal?
Oh my. I always suspected my friends were kinda pervs.
Hey, to each their own!
*Please note that I promise that if you invite me to your bachelorette I won’t get naked.
Though once intoxicated I will probably try to grab your boob.
It’s just what I do.
Tomorrow is the San Francisco blogger’s meetup.
We currently have over 20 lovely ladies attending (!!!).
Our venue can hold even more, so if you’d like to come
send me or Stephanie an email
and we’ll get back to you with the details.
I’ve gotten a couple questions about the blogger book swap I posted about on Monday.
Basically, if you love reading and are looking for ways to connect with other bloggers,
you sign up, get a book swap partner, and then do all sorts of book loving stuff,
the last of which is sending each other a book.
I participated in the last swap and it was a lot of fun.
Registration for the book swap starts this Sunday, and I’ll have a post with more info then.
In the meantime, you can learn more about the swap over on Kim’s blog.
As a bonus, you also get to see a picture of me attempting to stand on a pile of books.
And there you have it.
Happy hump day friends, and Go Giants!
This past weekend I went to one of my best friend’s bachelorette parties. We rented a house in Healdsburg, a super cute little town in wine country. We ate amazing food. We drank lots and lots of wine. We danced and laughed until tears streamed down our faces. It was a blast.
Now, I don’t know if this is normal, or if my friends are just totally abnormal perverts (my guess is that it may be the latter), but more often than not, at my friends’ bachelorette parties, we get… weird. And by weird, I mean… naked.
Yes, we get naked.
Now, keep in mind that I am NOT a naked person. In my normal life, I’m not one that runs around in my birthday suit. I am the girl that puts her bra on over her shirt before changing at the gym. If I’m changing at home and realize the blinds are open, I shriek and duck. I don’t even feel totally comfortable walking around in my bathing suit. Unless I’m laying out, I’m always wearing a coverup. Me and nudism are not something that go together often.
Yet for some reason, by the time day two rolls around of a girls bachelorette weekend, we’re all running around naked like some weird nudist colony. Well, that, or a scene from a bad college movie, minus the girl on girl action, of course (get your minds out of the gutter!). We flash each other and prance around bare skinned and laugh until we cry. At my bachelorette party, my friend Molly stood up and gave a speech, totally au naturel, and said she had never felt more empowered or liberated as she did right in that moment. We all agreed! We toasted each other and went on to talk about how much we loved each other and declared that we should all be naked more often! We felt so free and comfortable and happy. It was awesome.
I’m sure the multiple bottles of wine helped, but hey, in vino veritas, right?
So when similar things started to transpire at my friend Jean‘s bachelorette last weekend, with a totally different group of girls, I started to wonder if this was a normal thing?
Do other girls get together and get naked at bachelorette parties?
Is it just the excess of estrogen? Or our excitement at having a weekend away from our men? Or having the opportunity to connect with other amazing women, and talk and laugh in ways that you just can’t do when the guys are around?
I don’t know, but I love it.
Because other than that weird aspect, at most of the bachelorette parties I’ve gone to, we don’t do a lot of the typical bachelorette party stuff. We don’t get male strippers. We don’t take body shots off douchey guys. We don’t wear matching bachelorette themed clothing. Most of the time we barely even leave our rental house! While we do have some of the usual penis paraphernalia, and we play the stupid but always fun games, that’s really about it. We just hang out and lay out and talk and drink. And then somehow over the course of the weekend, we get naked. This isn’t a sexualized thing, not at all. It’s more about being in a group of women where you feel comfortable enough to just let loose and feel confident in your skin. And as a non-naked person, it really is kind of liberating.
And with that, behold some photos from this weekend. As you can see, minus the naked debauchery (of which no photographic evidence exists, fortunately), we’re actually a pretty classy group.
Well… we try to be, at least!
Have you ever gotten au naturel at a bachelorette party? What’s your craziest/most fun bachelorette party experience?
Hello friends! I realize I kind of pulled a disappearing act last week (only one post? what?!), but life was busy and blogging had to take a back seat. But! I am back, and I’m so excited to start off this week introducing an awesome book swap, and, even more fun, a giveaway!
A few weeks ago Kimberly reached out to me and asked if I would be interested in co-hosting her next blogger book swap. As an avid reader and fellow book lover, I was delighted. With summer just a couple of months away (craziness!), we thought this would be a great way to lead into the sunshine and hopefully provide you all with some awesome books for those long lazy summer days.
The theme of this book swap is “Preview to Summer.” We’re looking for bloggers who love books as much as we do, and are excited about the prospect of meeting another awesome fellow book lover blogger. Along with me, Kim from The Simplicity, Maria from I Believe in Story, Caroline from Coffee, Clothes and Conversation, Nina from run(dance)love, and Martie from Spunkyrella are all hosting this swap, and to start it off with a bang, we’re all giving away one of our favorite books… all you have to do is blog hop! To enter, hover over this picture and visit the different blogs to enter and win.
“Forget about having it all, or not having it all,
leaning in or leaning out …
Here’s what nobody is telling you:
Find a husband on campus before you graduate.
Yes, I went there.”
Okay friends. I’m sure by now you’ve heard about the article Susan Patton, a 1977 Princeton graduate, wrote in the Daily Princetonian, “Advice for the young women of Princeton: the daughters I never had,” in which she says that women (who are we kidding… girls, really) in college need to forget about having it all, and instead, find a husband. This may be old news to you, but I’m a little late to this party and didn’t really hear about it until this morning.
I mean… I just… what?!? I am completely and utterly dumbfounded by this lady.
Her article goes on to say:
“Here is another truth that you know, but nobody is talking about. As freshman women, you have four classes of men to choose from. Every year, you lose the men in the senior class, and you become older than the class of incoming freshman men. So, by the time you are a senior, you basically have only the men in your own class to choose from, and frankly, they now have four classes of women to choose from. Maybe you should have been a little nicer to these guys when you were freshmen?”
Okay, so I didn’t go to Princeton. I went to what Ms. Patton would probably consider a college of “no name recognition,” so perhaps I’m just not up to date with how Ivy Leaguers think, but let me tell you, if you told me when I was 18 that I needed to make sure I’d found myself a husband by the time I was 22? I would have freaked the eff out. In what universe is this woman living in if she thinks that most college kids are ready to get married? Most people at 22 and 23 years old are still trying to figure out who they are and what they want out of this life of theirs. I don’t believe that marriage is something most 22 year old kids are ready for. I mean, how can you argue that guys doing repulsive crap like this are ready to get married? Give me a break.
(although I’m sure Ms. Patton would say “Princeton students don’t act like that.”) (and as a side note, nor did anyone at my college. that I know off, at least.)
Now, I know not everyone is like this. Some of you out there married young, and it has worked great for you. I think that is wonderful! Many of my good friends met their future spouses in college, and that’s awesome. But I don’t think that is the norm, nor do I think anyone should feel any pressure that it should be.
I met my husband when he was 30. And I’m so thankful I did, because I can pretty much guarantee that if I met him when he was in college, we would not have clicked. At all. He needed to grow up. I needed to grow up. We both needed to “sow our wild oats” and get some stuff out of our system before we were mature enough to decide to spend our lives together. If I met him in college, I honestly don’t think it would have worked out between us. Which is why I’m very glad I didn’t meet him in college. Because he’s the one for me, and that would have been sad.
Also, why is it okay for men to date younger women but not the opposite way around? Granted, Kevin is older than me, so that doesn’t apply to me to now, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with women dating younger men. Most of the guys I dated pre-Kevin were younger than me. Two of the happiest married people I know are in a relationship in which the wife is five years older than her husband. And how does this work with same-sex couples? This is not 1950.
Some of my cousins attended a very religious private college, and if I were to ask them what they thought of this “advice,” they would probably agree with it. Because they went to school to get their MRS degree. They would actually say this to me, jokingly, but not really. They all found their husbands in college, got married during their senior year or shortly thereafter, and then quickly had kids and became stay at home moms. For them, this was the right decision, so I know that there are people out there that may agree with this advice. I’m not naive enough to think that my liberal SF views are the norm, either.
But I don’t think that college girls should be aspiring to find their husbands. I think they should be aspiring to “have it all” and to “lean in” and to kick ass and become an awesome, smart, independent young woman! If they happen to find a husband while achieving those things, more power to them! But let’s keep our priorities in order, shall we.
I’m very thankful that Ms. Patton isn’t my mother, or my mother-in-law. And I already feel for the poor women who marry into that family! Can you imagine?
And… end rant.
Have you read Ms. Patton’s article? What’s your take on it?