I'm not disabled enough to require a wheelchair for daily life, but the huge amount of walking and stair-climbing here, plus the lack of a checkroom at the venues really created a hardship for some of us. Bless Shash's heart for having the compassion and kindness to walk sooooo slowly with me for the better part of an hour that it took me to make it from the end of the pier where the closing keynote was, to the OTHER end of the pier where the final party was. When we finally got in there, and I was faced with the stairs that led to the party, my spirit just gave out, and I sat on a bench near the restroom and cried instead of joining the party. After a half hour or so, I did make it up to the event, and found a place to sit down and put all my stuff next to me, and managed to snag an h'or d'oevre here and there. Thank you, Cynthia, for sitting and chatting with me, and I sure hope your ankle and foot are beginning to recover!
Not everyone who would like to attend BlogHer is going to be 30 years old, fit as a fiddle, with a completely sound and uninjured body that can take the stress of all that walking and climbing. I loved the experience, and I loved the people, but at the closing keynote, when, referring to the LONG walk we had ahead of us to get to the Children's Museum for the final event, a speaker made reference to our "evening constitutional," I was ready to pop someone.
Until I get my act together and catch up, you can hear the "Art of Crafts" panel here: craftsanity.A little past 1/3 of the way through, you can hear me in all my hillbilly glory, talking about soapmaking, and if you listen closely, after I mention poodles, you will hear Amy Sedaris calling me "cuckoo." TO MY FACE. And THAT was the most awesome thing that happened to me during a panel. Also, see my flickr stream for waaaay too many shots of Amy than is probably mentally healthy.