I love Halloween like other people love Valentine’s Day. Or their Birthday. Or any day when people give you gifts and profess undying love.
It’s because you get to wear costumes. Fake hair. Fake eyelashes. Fake glasses. Fake teeth. Sparkles, tulle, cowboy hats, crowns, hoop skirts, eye-patches, alien heads… whatever.
So when I found out there was a WordPress blogging camp in Philadelphia? AND it was Halloween themed? I absolutely planned to wear a costume.
Because costumes are awesome.
The only reason I didn’t wear one was because I spent the entire previous day driving to and from New York City to do something exhausting… and I could barely drag myself out of bed Saturday morning.
I did have time to don my cat-eye glasses… so that I would not stand out as the lone idiot not awesome enough to wear a costume to WordCamp.
What’s that on the side there? That’s my disco skull.
Marvel at my DIY skills.
There are limited options for costume-wearing when you’re an adult. And I was sad that I was squandering one. Until I GOT there.
And no one else was wearing a costume.
Hello? WordCamp? Were you trying to kill me of embarrassment?
I nearly showed up in full Betty Draper regalia. Do you understand what that would have done to my mental state?
Below is a photo from the WordCampPhilly Twitter feed. I didn’t take it, but delightfully, I am in it. You can see me on the right— fanning myself to recover from the horror of nearly being the only person dressed in a purple crinoline… Something I would have never gotten over.
It would have been one of those life-events you remember forever. The ones that pop into your head at inopportune times and make you cringe with residual shame… The kind of thing that makes you blush bright-red, even though you are alone in your basement five years later, cleaning up cat vomit and no one else on the planet even remembers.
I have a couple of those. Most of them are old. But somehow? They have not lost their bite… Especially the way they sneak up on you out of the blue.
This year, I made a new one. Every time I think of it, I want to punch myself.
So, I’m INCREDIBLY GLAD this wasn’t another one.
P.S.— My newly-minted, horrifying-idiocy was on August 24th. So if you’re crediting yourself with being the person who helped me out with that, you can go ahead and check your calendar to be sure.
I know you can’t tell, but this was supposed to be a post about what I learned at WordCamp.
And if you’re a blogger, maybe you’re interested in my notes… so I tried to organize them into something well-edited and helpful.
I spent nearly half an hour trying, before I gave up. And instead, decided to show you a picture of this awesome t-shirt they gave me.
Besides, this is not a tech blog. So I’m really not obligated to write any kind of coherent review of the material.
Most of what they talked about was highly technical, totally over my head, and not that interesting. Unless you are technically-inclined, in which case it was like the most interesting thing you could possibly think of.
But it definitely gives you an appreciation for both options. Part of me absolutely wants to switch from .com to .org. I love bells and whistles and shiny things.
On the other hand, I loathe responsibility. And I am incredibly distractible. The last thing I need is another random, highly detailed, overwhelming project that actually turns out to be a way to avoid writing.