Thursday, March 22, 2012

Things I Love Thursday - Part 31

Meeting People is Easy.  Thanks Radiohead*. 

I LOVE being excited to meet new people. It still terrifies me, and being on no anxiety drugs or alcohol or smokes anymore causes me to be a bit, shall we say, AWKWARD about meeting new people.

I have the honor of meeting some fellow bloggers this weekend at the St. Baldricks Baldathon. Sheila from Mary Tyler Mom (who's lovely daughter Donna is the inspiration for her starting all this raising money for Pediatric Cancer business); Deb at The Monster in Your Closet; Karin at Pinwheels and Poppies; Chris at From the Bungalow; Nikki at Moms Who Drink and Swear and Sam from Tripping While Standing Still (She is interviewing for a new jobby and can't shave now, but all monies still go to the charity.  Blog in construction, but stay tuned, it's good!)

Kids with Cancer are the reason we've all gathered together, and some are shaving their heads and we have worked TIRELESSLY to get money donated.  I've given money and I will continue to give money and shout outs and share this info as much as I can because it's so important. 

So, we know what the real mission of this event is.  Now, on to the totally superficial part of it.  I've never met these folks in real life.  I'm mortified when meeting people I admire, especially writers because I FREAK THE FUCK OUT.  I geek out for writers.  I met Augusten Burroughs and I squeeeeeed my underpants.  Seriously.  Just a little bit, but still.

"Katy, Live well and Best Wishes"  SWOON.  One of my "grab if building is on fire" possessions.

I am awkward in person you guys. Sure, I can be witty and cute online, but when you meet me in person, I am a spaz and a half.  I know it's hard to believe.  Now, I've read a ton of people telling Sheila that she should have a drink to calm her nerves at the event.  I don't have that luxury, so it's going to be full on spaz and sheepish drooling over meeting some of these writers and humans I admire so much.

Here's the scene, here's how it's going to go down.  I meet Sheila and the Gang (fresh new musical group!) and I WILL be sweating profusely.  I will have my ecig in my hand at all times, cleverly hidden so that no one will know what it is and may get nervous it's some kind of illegal camera or something. 

"Can you speak up please?  I can't quite hear you."
 I WILL stutter and say, "NICE" a lot.  Repeatedly.  I will hug and touch your hair.  I will want to lick your face.  But I won't do it. I will want to hook arms with you and walk around.  I will want to pet and stroke your hair.  I will drink 8300 Diet Cokes.  I will have to pee constantly.  I will tell you how much I admire you and how beautiful you are.  Even the boys.  I will pet and stroke your bald head after it is shaved for this great cause.  I will want to giggle and whisper secrets and be best friends forever.  I will cry.  I will.  Then, I will act all cool and aloof and charming and sexy as hell a la Joanie Holloway in my new leopard print dress I bought for the occasion.

So, if you survive all of this and still want to be my "friend" and read my work, I salute you.  Here's a tip, you may want to bring your dog whistle to call me off you or your friends. 

This event is going to be great you guys.  It's a bonus to be excited to meet great new people I admire.  You could say it's a THING I LOVE THURSDAY.

*Man, I love me some Radiohead.


  1. Love the Radiohead. :)
    You'll be fine. At least you're fashionable. I know how you feel about Crocs, but what about Tevas? I wear nothing else on my feet when the temp gets above 50. So please try not to snicker at my footwear.
    Oh, and I was thinking about wearing my favorite shirt (it has an own on it and it is adorbs), but I was worried you'd think I was a weirdo trying to earn your love and affection via my clothing, so I'm no longer sure about that.
    I'm afraid I might have some zits on my head that I won't know about until my hair is gone and that you guys are all going to be grossed out by them.
    I am 100% certain that I am the least interesting person in that group you mentioned and I am afraid I'll feel left out of most conversations like I always feel.
    Hmm...what else? Oh yeah, I started my period today so whoopee! I'll be extra hormonal for Saturday. Figures.
    I think you are super cool. I cannot imagine meeting you and not being impressed.
    Oh, and if you want to lick me, feel free.

  2. Crap, can I just say that once again - I thought it was FRIDAY!!! Lovin' your blog!! :)

  3. After reading this, I am all the more excited to meet you! I will also be in spaz mode, but it sounds we'll be in awesome and understanding company. :D


  4. Embrace your inner spazziness. While you're at it, embrace their's too. :-)

    It's comforting to know that the spazziness I felt after mentioning Gopher State Roundup isn't unique. As soon as I hit send, all I could think was, "What am I doing? UNSEND UNSEND!!! No way am I cool enough to hang out with Katy! She'll want to do all sorts of stuff and probably be bored and I'll be expected to entertain her (as if people-watching in a crowd of 8000 drunks isn't entertaining enough) and I'm not that entertaining, and she'll want to run laps around me in her heels and I don't run and I haven't worn heels in years, and please, please, please let her think 'No way am I going to meet her!' because if she says yes I think I'll have a heart attack."

    As always, I love you for SO many reasons. Thanks for sharing your spazziness and giving me the courage to share mine.


  5. At least you've warned everyone! Like I said before, I'm not nearly as cool in person as I pretend to be on my blog. (Or as cool as I think I pretend to be.) So just wipe the drool, guzzle that carbonated beverage and relax. No one's judging you. Except that one guy. And who cares about him?

  6. I wish I had the guts to shave my head, especially for such an amazing cause... Let alone meet you. I too suffer from "OMG I'm so much MORE online than I am in person."

    My friends would disagree with me, but I never listen to them. It's a character defect. ~Believe only the worst possible chit about yourself.~

    I hope you DO lick someone. I hope you DO run circles around someone and squeeeeeee the whole time. I hope your beautiful spazziness shines with abandon... for that is who you are.

    And it's why so many of us love you. Love you for exactly who and what you are. You're one of us. And even while typing that, I don't feel like I belong.

    Maybe I need some Crocs... *wink*


  7. Thanks for alleviating some of my anxiety. You just feel free to be as spazzy as you need to be. And ditto what DKL said. (Psst... Also, save me from Karin. She said she's going to be extra hormonal. She might go praying mantis on me and eat my bald head.) I can vouch for Karin's love of her owl shirt. She also has owl candy dishes and an owl macrame necklace that our friend made for her.

    Bring on the awkward love! Yay!

  8. Damn it, I SO want to go! I totally have a girl-crush on you, MTM, and MWDAS! You crazy kids have fun and make sure somebody (or, you know, all of you) post a shit-ton of pictures. Seriously. I want to be able to flip through them really fast and have it play like a little movie. :)

  9. I understand. I felt like a blubbering idiot when I met my internet crush, Renee Shuls-Jacobson. But it turned out fine. I'm sure it will for you, too. :-)

  10. Aw hell. You're so cool. I want you to pet my head and link arms with me. What a great weekend you're bound to have- an amazing cause and I'm pretty sure meeting all of those bloggers in real life is good luck.

  11. Sounds exciting!! What a great cause and how awesome to meet up with all of those people. And meeting Augusten Burroughs completely justifies a little underwear SQUEE.