And this is where I will be the weekend after next. Ta da! First blogging conference for Privilege. I realize, belatedly, that it would have been polite to make this announcement when I might have said, “Do come!” Unfortunately, the conference is now sold out. Fortunately, The Broke Socialite, who has put the the event together, says 2011 will be even better.
So I will attend as advance scout, to report back to you all on whatever it is I learn, and whoever it is I meet.
In case you also consider, on occasion, going to a blog conference, here are the parameters I used to make my decision.
- The person in charge. I have known Shameeka in the virtual world, via A Broke Socialite, for over a year now. I follow her on Twitter too, and am consistently impressed with her drive, her sense of humor, and her warmth. In my experience, as they say in Chinese, the fish rots from the head. Or, you know, makes good use of fins.
- Target attendees. Lavish! was organized for 125 lifestyle bloggers, otherwise known as people who write about food, travel, clothing and house style. BlogHer, on the other hand, while generating much laughter and camaraderie, is in many ways still a conference for mothers, attracting sponsors that hand out disposable diapers in the lobby. Alt Design Summit, although to be commended for asking Meg to speak, targets alternative sorts. Artsy Cousins, in other words. I’d feel out of place. Not something to seek out, right?
- At least one friend in attendance. Our friend, the Queen of Cashmere, will be at Lavish! That means that come the Friday cocktail party, or Saturday dinner on our own, I have a buddy.
- A value-added venue. We are staying and conferring at the Mansion on Peachtree in Atlanta, Georgia. Where they have a spa. When in doubt, massage. When in serious doubt, facial.
- Overall experience fit. In my opinion, a blog conference is a trade show. I know trade shows. The last time I had a bad time at a trade show was the result of standing for 2 days, talking to semiconductor companies, 7 months pregnant. I like initiating conversations as one waits for lunch or standing alone by a wall looking at the crowd mill and throng. Were I a true introvert, or unused to these sorts of events, I would never force myself to go.
So if you are in Atlanta, and happen to be walking by the Mansion on Peachtree, come Friday morning, feel free to stop by and say hello. Feel free to run into the spa, and yell out, “Lisa!” Feel free to tell me you’re in the bar and I should join you. Otherwise, I’ll report back in a few weeks with everything of relevance. If there’s anything you see on the itinerary that particularly interests you, let me know and I’ll try to attend that session, or pay attention to that issue.
(Here, by the way, is a listing of all sorts of 2011 blog conferences, for your file, should you have such a thing.)