Well, if you’re feeling like Vegas never happened, I’m here today to talk all about it.
For the first time in my life (really – in my entire life), I went to Vegas without Steve.
He ended up having to work and we didn’t have anyone to watch Murphie. So I hopped onto the plane with Hadar and her hubby and they were nice enough to let me tag along with them wherever they went. Either that or I kept holding onto the back of Hadar’s shirt.
Christina of Mrs. Winter’s Bliss was my roommate which was really fun because we have been friends for fifteen years and have never had a sleep over. Which is just wrong. So we made it right.
The night of the Big Meet Up was Very Big and Very Loud and Very Overwhelming.
I reunited with a ton of friends and met several new people. I was in a lot of pictures, but I didn’t take any of my own. You know that’s how I do things. I think I was holding my phone but it never occurred to me to ask someone to take a picture with it. I just kept jumping into other people’s pictures. Not in a photo bomb kind of way . . . just in a smile and say cheese kind of way and in a I’ll just squeeze in right here because I’m short and no one will notice kind of way.
The room was way bigger this year which meant I didn’t get stuck on one side like I did last year. I was actually able to move around.
After the big meet up, we went out to dinner where I practically fell asleep at the table.
Christina and I stayed up way too late talking and then had to get up early to go to a networking session.
I am pretty sure I have no clue how to network. I just talk. I reunited with more people and met new people again. So maybe that’s called networking??
The day flew by and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the blogging panel. As I’ve already said, I had a microphone clipped on and a battery pack or a microphone pack or whatever it is on my back.
As if I was on a reality TV show!!! It was the best. The panel sat at a table ON A STAGE which is why I felt like I was Miss High and Mighty and either a judge for American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance when really I was just there to chit chat about what I love doing.
But having that microphone clipped on and the battery pack on my back made me want to pretend I was mad and storm off the stage yelling Get this off of me! I’m done! I quit! Call my agent and tell them I’m off the show! This is ridiculous!
But that’s just me in my little fantasy world in which I wish I was on a reality TV show.
We asked and answered questions about blogging and as you already know, I told my urine story. Because that’s professional and classy and clearly shows my expertise as a blogger.
We had back to back sessions so we got to do it twice. TWICE!
SO MUCH FUN. I can’t even tell you how much fun it was. I was told I was the comic relief . . . which I can take one of two ways.
1) I was funny.
2) I knew nothing.
So there you go.
A big group of us went out to eat that night and then walked to Caesar’s Palace for a drink . . . and then once again, Christina and I stayed up way too late talking and we had to get up super early the next day for the Keynote.
Plus we had to get coffee.
I mean, hello. I could barely get my contacts in my eyes because they wouldn’t open so coffee was a necessity.
The Keynote was awesome. Once again, I was inspired, teary eyed, proud, excited, amazed, humbled, and in awe of this company called Teachers Pay Teachers. I am so incredibly thankful to be a part of it.
I took sessions all day long in which I learned a million and three things that I keep telling myself I can’t do all at once or otherwise I won’t get to sleep and have a life with food and wine in it. So I’ll probably do three (or two or one) things over the course of a month and the other million things will get lost in the shuffle and I’ll just keep blogging in the meantime. Blogging is my favorite part so that’s the part I make time for the most.
At the end of the day, TpT hosted a happy hour. I got to talk to Adam, the CEO, and I took a picture with Paul, the founder.
Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun! I may have looked like a stalker, but I don’t care. Who cares? Not me, that’s who.
That night, a bunch of the girls and their hubbies had tickets to a show (which made me miss Steve a lot) so Christina and I went to dinner at Buddy V’s and sat and ate and relaxed for about three hours. Seriously.
That was followed up with gelato, staying up late talking again, and then getting up early to catch flights home.
I pretty much lost my voice from all the talking.
But it was so worth it.
If you want to see pictures, there are a ton on Instagram. Search the hashtag #TpTVegas15.