BlogHer Food, a big food blogging conference, was held in Atlanta, Georgia this year and to those who couldn’t make it, there was the Pity Party on Twitter. Participants lit up the boards with the hashtag #BHF11PP.
There was a lot of moaning and groaning (not the good kind), and drinking and w(h)ining. There was actually a ‘karaoke of one’ by @rachelcurrier. Karaoke was suggested by @poetinthepantry for the next BHFPP which I think would take the pitifulness to another level. Give me a bottle of soju and I am there. My opener, Total Eclipse of the Heart (the Bonnie Tyler version).
So without further ado, here’s my top 5 list of why the pity party was just so….OH SO AWESOMELY pitiful.
1 – EVERYONE was cool, there were no cliques, and everyone did their thing. Because, really, no one cared about “who’s who”, but instead, “what’s your poison?” Also, non-showering and body odor was not so much a concern, but a badge of pride. We followed each other, we visited each other’s blogs, bared our souls, and we “liked” each other. Awesome.
2 – Portable party (party, not potty). I wasn’t stuck in one room or windowless convention hall. I joined the party in the produce section at Whole Foods, with Chuggington, and in bed while watching bad reality tv. Yes, it was literally a party in my pants and everyone was invited.
3 – Speaking of a party in my pants, there was a great instructional video produced by @mrswheelbarrow where she showed us how to stuff a sausage. Wokka, wokka, bowm, bowm. And with minimal effort required, there were challenges and “workshops” that I could’ve participated in, but…didn’t. Pitiful? Yes, definitely. One how-to video I found especially informative was a family production by @threemanycooks on how to make the perfect G&T. Perfuming is key, people, perfuming is key.
4 – SWAG (stuff we all get). Technically, the only SWAG was the awesomely cool site bling designed by @bonappetithon and @AdyronsKitchen that we pinned to our blogs. BUT there were many, many awesome, awesome, awesome prizes and giveaways including books, various dairy products, and knives. Really, you should go see what you missed out on. I personally didn’t win ANYTHING. No jackpot, no nothing. I am convinced that random.org is rigged. Well, was it Mr. ThePeche?
5 – And last, but not least, The Peche surely hosted the most pitiful party to the most pitiful group of sorry ass mothertweepers ever. You drove us to drink and made us shamelessly clamor for the various prizes and trinkets you dangled in front of us. But we consented and woke up every morning ready to do it over again.
Thank you sir, may I have another?
Oh wait, the party continues. Oh yes, it does! The Peche has outdone themselves with a podcast series of interviews with famous and not-so-famous food people. Go indulge.
Love you all my pity partiers!