Jul 24, 2008
Hi. And Welcome To The Most Bizarre Party That Ever Lived.
By now you have probably read all about the BlogHer cocktail party that took place last Saturday night in San Francisco. But for Bossy’s friend Bobo:
Yeah, so this would be the handbag department of Macy’s Union Square.
“Silly Bossy,” you’re thinking. “What does the Macy’s department store in Union Square have to do with the BlogHer cocktail party?” Exactly.
Nevertheless, Macy’s Union Square was the site of what BlogHer called their progressive cocktail party.
The first stop was Handbags, which was roped-off to the public because the party took place during store hours. Oh yes it did. And it’s not that it was
so odd to be milling around a roped-off maze of Vendi clutches. It’s how odd it was to be milling around a roped-off maze of Vendi clutches dripping Baba ghanoush.
After the perfunctory amount of goat’s milk cheese was smeared on the Gucci, the bloggers were corralled up the escalator and past Summer Knits to their next location.
The next stop was the Shoe and Hosiery department, where Bossy enjoyed some shrimp gazpacho, a mini tostado, and Control Top Pantyhose in barely black.
Which is when Bossy noticed these discarded satay noodles situated perilously close to the display of designer pumps:
But then Bossy remembered she was in Macy’s, where even the designer shoes aren’t that expensive:
Next the bloggers rode another escalator up to the Intimate Apparel department:
This is when a very nice woman approached Bossy and asked if she would please take a photograph with her. Honored, Bossy put down her drink and she put down her purse and she put down her camera and she wrapped an arm around the very nice woman.
“Not a picture taken with you, you nobody,” said the very nice woman. “A picture taken by you!”
And for their final stop of the progressive party, the bloggers were shuttled to the Furniture Department on the top floor, where they ate their weight in thumb-sized Caesar salads and sank—weary and drunk—into the widely spaced sectionals.
I’m confused. Why are there menfolk at BlogHer??
And I think it was cruel to have bloggers wandering around the shoes and pocketbooks without giving them some as party favors. Furniture and lingerie, not so much.
Yes, it was ODD, to say the least. But they were handing out 10% off coupons for us to use.
And, um, it was a good way to start conversations with strangers!
For a second, I thought that was Bossy in the thigh-highs. But then I remembered she goes for the support variety.
I became more confused with each picture.
I swear, all of this fancy blogher talk is making me insecure about my intelligence. (sigh)
I have, indeed, sipped cocktails in a Macy’s. But they did not have Satay. Or so many smart, beautiful women.
If you had posted that they handed out ANYTHING PRADA as party favors, I was going to cry…
Hallie
http://wonderfulworldofweiners.blogspot.com/
How ODD – I mean – why not add a trip to cosmetics and kids so you could primp AND knock out souvenirs for the kids?
Can’t say I’ve EVER been to a progressive shopping party.
Very strange indeed. It would have been funnier to have it at Ikea, where people could gather in their own little make-believe living rooms and kitchens. And bloggers in bunk beds? Now that’s just the right amount of funny.
http://meandyouandellie.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-asswards.html
I’ve lived too long for that white nonsense too!
omg – I think I’ve arrived because I recognize someone in one of your photos! It’s tha last one… Cecily from Uppercase Woman. She rocks too.
I love your BlogHer recaps…. very fun!
Very confusing. Was this shindig to try to get people to BUY? I’m not seeing the bridge between blogging and cocktailing at Macy’s. Am I hopelessly backwards? Not that women bloggers and Prada dont’ go together but it’s kinda obvious. I’m thinking if my husband went to, say a DRYWALLERS convention, and they milled him around candy store it would make more sense. Or not.
Color me confused. But amused.
You know, I kept saying to Kelly (Don Mills Diva), do you think Macy’s staff is afraid they’re going to find Thai noodles stuffed into the toe of one of their Anne Klein’s?
It was great to meet you and even if I’m late to the party, it’s great to find your site. I can’t believe how much new reading material I have (and oh so much time to try and fit it in!).
I bartended at a similar event here, not for blogging, but for the grand opening of a Neiman-Marcus. They invited the movers and shakers of the town – it worked, too! The more they drank, the more they bought.
It wasn’t a connection between bloggers and shopping, it was a connection between WOMEN bloggers and shopping. I am apparently in the minority of women who don’t like to shop. I’d have been hopelessly out of place at this event. 4 pairs of shoes, the most expensive being my Birkenstocks, 10 years ago.
Totally off topic, my daughter’s nickname is Baba ghanoush. Long story.
so, you’re saying it’s *not* normal to walk around Macy’s with a cocktail? Is that why I get such strange looks? Hmmm …
And, BOSSY is totally SOMEBODY!
Um, okay, but if I smell THAI FOOD the next time I am in that particular Macys, well, I just don’t know how I would be able to concentrate enough to drop $520.00 on a simple black pair of pumps.
I’ve been drunk in that Macy’s before! I think maybe I shouldn’t brag about that?
White nonsense. I laughed so hard I almost swallowed my tongue.
Um… who’s “Vendi”? A new designer?
that is really strange. what in the world was the motivation and benefit from that party scene i’m really curious now?
I’m with Avitable! I’ve read a lot about this and it’s just crazy! And I cannot BELIEVE those women didn’t want a picture with you! Watch out next year bc I’ll be stalking you every day, everywhere for pics!
I would have been honored to have my picture taken WITH bossy!
Hey, that’s my fat ass splayed on a chair in one of those pictures (in the background of the last shot with my name tag perfectly centered on my boobs).
It was totally fucking bizarre to party there. And somewhat condescending that we’d all LOVE it.
$520 shoes my ass.
Did the good folks at Macy’s think drunk-bloggie-bloggers would buy shoes and purses?
Hey, that’s my fat ass splayed on a chair in one of those pictures (in the background of the last shot with my name tag perfectly centered on my boobs).
It was totally fucking bizarre to party there. And somewhat condescending that we’d all LOVE it.
$520 shoes my ass.
Hey, that’s my fat ass splayed on a chair in one of those pictures (in the background of the last shot with my name tag perfectly centered on my boobs).
It was totally fucking bizarre to party there. And somewhat condescending that we’d all LOVE it.
$520 shoes my ass.
AG just picked up $300 shoes at Macy’s for $19.00! You read that right.
Be jealous. Be vewy vewy jealous.
Wait!? There were mini Caesar Salads? I only ate ONE mini pulled pork sandwich. I hate it when I miss out on food.
Totally weird.
Did you give that man a cocktail for putting up with all the whiteness crap? Cause he needed it.
Just when I thought there was no possible way for Macy’s to get any messier, someone let the bloggers out.
Progressive party! And to think I jumped to the conclusion that this meant something political!
I personally think they should have spent the whole time in Designer Shoes. A couple of cocktails and I’ll be buying a pair in black, a pair in red, and a pair in taupe!
Very strange. BUT did you have fun? Because that’s all that counts!
It’s a good thing Susie Sunshine was at my house last weekend. She’s known for spilling. And falling down.
Wow! Bossy is a nobody? What were those drunk people thinking? And MEN at BLOGHER? None of them looked half as phattykins as Black Hockey Jesus, and he wasn’t even allowed to go as entertainment! What is going on with the world?!?!?!?
I have some black pumps just like that. I’ll sell you mine for half price. That makes them what? $260? + tax & shipping, of course.
So odd that Macy’s would give messy foods to drunk bloggy women and let them roam about the store.
You captured that perfectly. What was even odder is that we were stuck up on the top floor for like an hour with NO food or drink wondering where everyone was. I had no idea they were herding people up–I thought everyone had free run of the store…I was confused.
That’s strange…
And $520? HOLY CRUD! I spend about 10% of that (not even). It probable shows.
The part about too old for this white nonsense?
Loved that part.
Also – the photo of the nice woman and story.
So good – even again!
Thanks for the morning laugh! (Yes I’m still in PJ’s at 11:30 CA time)
Ditto “Oh the Joys” on loving the part about “being too white for this nonsense”. It was such nonsense but hey someone was throwing a party for me and damn if I’m not gonna take them up on it. I wish you hadn’t shown me those noodles though, I am HUNGRY and wanting some of the food I missed out on right about now.
Wow. What a trip. Ummm, I think I’ll stickl to back yard BBQ’s, that’s where my comfort is.
Mini food, mega prices and white nonsense.
Bossy just described the The George W. Years.
Have never, not ever, wanted to go to Blogher.
Until now.
What a freaky mindfook!
OhMyGoodness did that lady really call you a nobody? Did you tell her, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM??? YOU SHOULD BE TAKING MY PICTURE BEE-YOTCH. Well you’re not a nobody to us. Thanks for the pix. Bizarre as they are.
Yeah, that was one strange party. One party, I’m sure, that Macy’s regrets terribly as they find pastel cookies stuffed down the cracks of their furniture.
At that same party, I was asked to take a picture of someone I was talking to for the Best Coat Award of BlogHer. So I did. And then I suggested that I should receive the Most Helpful Blogger at BlogHer Award. We’ll see if a book deal comes of it…:)
That last shot looks like an average Saturday afternoon at my Pottery Barn. Just replace the wine glasses with Starbucks cups and add a toddler and a dog standing on the sofa.
oh my gosh! that is so funny. i would never have thought to have a cocktail party in a department store. how very progressive of them!
You forgot to mention the KY jelly. How could you forget that?
Ok, so seriously, did you catch the young girl’s blow-up doll-style mannequin halfway up the escalator?
I’ve been in that department store many times.
Those noodles were good…and I will always remember bumping into you and hearing you exclaim, “Welcome to the weirdest fracking party you’ve ever been to!”
i’m in one of bossy’s pictures. sure, it’s the back of me, and bossy had no idea i was in it when she took it, but still. FAME IS MINE!
I never saw that man before in my life.
See, I was thinking I missed something at the Macy’s extravaganza. But, I think having a drink with Liv, Flutter, Kiki, Neen and Andrea at The Gold Dust was maybe better. Oh, yes. And then we went for diner comfort food. But, your story is far more entertaining.
I’m so bummed I didn’t make it to BlogHer. I would’ve have loved to have met you.
Yes, magpie, my feelings exactly.
It wasn’t the finger food amongst the fanciness that threw me– it was being handed tiny samples of lubricant as I stepped off the escalator into the world o’ panties floor.
Though that whole white chocolate/chipoltle liqueur thing was certainly a surprisingly good idea, I must say.
wow… very bizarre indeed!
You are correct Bossy G, I would have never known. Thanks my dear friend….
Bobo
Bossy, couldn’t you slip those black pumps into your army green satchel, I mean, purse?
Georgia, thank you so much for the black and white photo of me with Aliza Sherman.
I stupidly didn’t bring a camera to BlogHer. Being married to a photographer, it was obvious to me that you were taking professional level photos by looking at your camera and your set-ups.
I was intent on getting a couple of key “hugging” photos with women I knew well on-line when I got to BlogHer but hadn’t met yet because of my post about the anticipation of “Hugging at Blogger Social” (enter “stupid” for not bringing camera again)
http://itsdifferent4girls.com/blog/2008/07/15/hugging-off-line-at-blogger-socials/
As one of your readers has pointed out, I would have indeed been honored to have a photo with you …. if there was a camera nearby!
yep. that’s pretty weird.
Pretty sure I stood on a chair taking burger hat pictures with your camera. It was lovely meeting you. Just wish I had more of a chance to cat it up.
Sounds so very interesting! I’ve never been to a REAL big party in a store…well, once…but it was def not that big.
Kinda cool!
Am intrigued both about Magpie’s KY jelly comment and the shoes versus noodles display… bizarre party.
Am sure the Nice Lady is currently kicking herself for not recognising Bossy. I’m amazed Bossy didn’t kick her to save her the trouble.
I was going to come over for the next BlogHer do, but if they throw crap parties… dunno!
Heh
BB
I am going to make a second stab at a comment here.
I am the woman in the black and white photo.
Georgia, you are very beautiful, your blog is very cool (not to mention your YouTube videos) and … if only I had had a camera!!
I obviously did an incredibly bad job of explaining myself. I was rushing to catch Aliza Sherman while I was able to grab her for a moment. The 3 of us were in a vortex of the moment in the crowded Macy’s swirl.
It was obvious you were taking amazing pics and I was trying to get a follow up to my post on “hugging off-line at blogging socials.” The point was a hugging photo with someone I already knew on-line meeting off line. And I didn’t have a camera!
I hope you got my e-mail.
If you spilled noodles on those $520.00 shoes – and for that price, they better do the walking for you, if you know what I mean…oh, wait…that was stoopid – anyway, if you spilled noodles on them, would you get to keep them?
KY Jelly, Wine, Purses, Shoes, Jewelry, Bloggers… sounds like my kind of party… what… no jewelry? Say it isn’t so… I suppose that smearing Goat Cheese on the Gucci is fine, but they don’t want Guacamole on the diamonds…
She didn’t seriously call you a nobody and mean it did she?
That party was a little wierd – love your recap
I thought it was funny that they stopped allowing red wine by the furniture – but total free for all by those shoes. Even though I got two lovely smooches from you, which I promise was the highlight of the whole shebang, I was still too nervous to ask for a photo with you – what is wrong with me?
Whoah. Is that a 5 after that $?
That’s some funny shit right there.
Thanks to The Nice Woman in the Photo for being a terrific sport about Bossy’s exaggeration.
God, those gorgeous black spikes almost made me babaganoosh. The gladiator flats on the woman coralling the bloghers? Made me want to vendi.
CREEPY! (not to mention tacky). I would have took a picture with you, Bossy, if I would have been there…but I wouldn’t have been…I would have bailed at cosmetics to the bar/coffee shop/dentist around the corner.
I cannot imagine EVER being drunk enough to pay $520 for a freaking pair of plain black heels.
It just proves my theory that there are people out there with far, far, too much money and far, far, too little brain.
It was great to meet you at Blogher—you are as cool in person as you are on your blog. Looking at the Saks pictures made me drunk. Can that be? Have you done the thing on people’s blogs where you said “I wish I would have met you” and then found out you did? If I am one of those people you don’t remember, I understand and still think you rock. Just wanted to comment instead of lurk around.
Even though this was the best BlogHer recap I’ve read to date, this post made me really hungry.
I suppose that means something is wrong with me.
*sigh*
“Mini food, mega prices and white nonsense.
Bossy just described the The George W. Years.”
Oh my!!!!
I’ve been to a party in a department store, once. I don’t really think it was official, though.
Also? Wherever you go, there’s Danny Bonaduce.
Bossy was in New York City and didn’t try and meet up with me? I am outraged!
Never mind that I was out of town, you could have at least called.