So. Say you live somewhere in the vicinity of the coastal Georgia/Florida border, and you're sitting at home sippin' on Hatorade (pinky up, because despite all the hatin' you are, after all, a lady) because you didn't get to go to BlogHer. What do you do?
A. Spike your Hatorade with Hennessy and get so sloshed that you don't give a flying flip about anything anymore.
B. Touch your fingers to your chest and say, in an airily prissy Southern belle voice: "Why Ah DO declare! Peh-haps one day Ah, too, will meet with uuh-thuh writin' women, but until the good people of BlogHer deciiide to host their lil' get-togethuh in Atlanta, I'll just sit he-uh an pine away like the delicate magnolia that I am."
C. Say, "Fuck it," take matters into your own hands, and arrange a little get together of your own.
Hatorade makes me gag, I'm only Southern by default of being a military brat, and when in doubt you should always choose C (duh), so either this coming Thursday or Friday I'm meeting up with Calliope, her true Southern belle beauty of a mom (who incidentally knows that a PEE-can is something you sit on in the bathroom and a pe-CAHN is nut, so say it right). Of course Cali's handsome, Captain Adorable W will be there. Wanna come hang with us? Either email or let me know in the comments whether Thursday or Friday is better for you.
Even if no one else makes it but us, Calliope plus her family and me will still have our little Savannah get together.
You, Ah declare, can stay home and sip Hennessy Hatorade, if you prefer. Just remember to keep your pinkies up.