So, as the title suggests, I have two chihuahuas sleeping in my bed. One is my own – Lil’ Miss Meepers. The other is the property of my girlfriend Jessica – Dirk.
Jessica is at a fashion conference and so I have the dogs to myself.
Dirk is rotund while Meepers is fit. That’s all that is necessary to say.
Now you understand the animal situation in my bed, let me explain what else is going on this week. On Wednesday I head to NYC for BlogHer. It’s a blogging convention for – wait, for it – ladies. Four thousand bloggers and their estrogen will be filling downtown New York for three days. Why am I going? First of all I only know like two guy bloggers. Plus, many of my readers are also girl-bloggers. Lastly, the website I write for, AimingLow, is hosting one of the after-parties.
The two keynotes are Katie Couric and Martha Stewart. I very well my start menstruating during their talks.
What I learned at BlogWorld last year was that it is very important that I find my tribe. I can’t tell you how valuable it was to meet people with a similar passion. There are a ton of travel bloggers, mom/dad bloggers, fashion bloggers, memoir bloggers, and even one guy who bragged about how he beat cancer. What a showoff!
Up until last year my favorite annual activity was going up to the Renaissance Faire. Now, before you label me as “that guy who goes to Renaissance Faires” please realize I don’t dress up in the outfits. I don’t speak the queen’s english. I don’t play D&D, and I understand the joust is fixed. But for some reason I dig it. There’s a lot to do and tons of great shows. If you’ve never thrown an axe into a wall, fired a crossbow at a target, or taken down a turkey leg, I feel sorry for you.
Also, if you’ve never seen an overweight chick in a chain-mail bikini, you simply haven’t lived.
But now I have two things I look forward to each year. he Renaissance Faire and blog conference. Those are my things. Some guys go to Las Vegas and others white water raft.
You know what I just realized – not once has anyone invited me to Las Vegas nor white water rafting. And I know my friends do stuff like that, the jerks. I hope they capsize while rafting down the Hoover Damn. (I tried to tie those two things together as best I could)
Anyhow, I wrote a post a few weeks back about how you need heroes. You also need fun shit that you do every year that you’re into. Find your tribe of losers who are into the same lame stuff that you dig. Two of my readers met at a Harry Potter meetup group, and have been dating a year. And they’re super cool. They were also super ashamed of being Harry Potter nerds, and while I totally judge them as misfits for it, I also admire their dedication.
Be proud to be into your stuff. Share your nerd below. We’ll all judge you. Immediately.