This past weekend, I ascended upon New York City to attend BlogHer ’12.
I set out to accomplish one goal: recoup my registration fees in complimentary swag.
I warmed up slowly. On day one of the conference, I circled the expo center with dignity and discipline, refusing to sample the Michael Angelo’s pasta because “It has too many carbs.”
I’d sneak a piece of banana crumb cake here, swipe a cup of fresh orange juice there, swap business cards with the brand managers, and feign interest in every vendor who bore valuable gifts.
But by the time, 2:00 pm rolled around on the final day of the conference, I briskly and shamelessly walked pass booths to pilfer their goods without breaking my stride.
I’d engage the different reps at the Arm & Hammer booth just long enough to get them to unknowingly offer me my third tube of Whitening Booster.
What I can’t show you is the Skinny Girl margarita I gulped down right before my third chair massage. Also, I tried s’mores for the first time . . . ever. To think, all these years, I missed out on one of the greatest joys on earth. Don’t worry. My stove runs on gas, and I fully intend on making up for lost time.
Martha Stewart was inspiring. I walked out on Katie Couric for a free false eyelash application. By the time Soledad O’Brien and Christy Turlington’s onstage interview rolled around, I was plotting how I’d grab more booty from the exposition hall before closing time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I met a few people. I learned a few tricks. But look at the swag!
Full Frontal View of BlogHer ’12 Swag
Aerial view of BlogHer ’12 swag
Me, the Lorax, and a random black dude off in the distance at BlogHer ’12