I visited the Americana for the first time Sunday for a SoCal blogger meet-up organized by Prince Gomolvilas of Bamboo Nation. It wasn’t quite on the scale of TequilaCon, but at $4.70 for delicious almond-fig gelato at Caffe Primo plus a couple of bucks for gas, it was cheaper.
I arrived a little nervous: Some of these people would know me only through my blog, meaning one of two outcomes could occur:
1) They would leave thinking, Wow, she’s way funnier and more interesting on her blog, meaning that my in-person personality is so-so.
2) They would leave thinking, Wow, she’s so much cooler in person, meaning that my writing is so-so.
But most of them didn’t know me or my blog, which meant that it was all one big cold call, which didn’t exactly put my mind at ease.
Of course it all turned out fine, as with most things I harbor vague anxiety about. I got to meet:
- Peter, who showed up with copies of my book in a protective plastic folder because he is just that sweet;
- a college student named Ashley, who was troubled that her mom kept trying to Facebook friend her (I keep telling her, “But we live together? How much more connected do we need to be?”);
- Jake, one of those rare and brilliant people who (almost) makes a living off his blog;
- Scott, who loves Glendale history as much as I love ghost towns;
- Steph, whose blog on writing I’m excited to check out;
- Donovan, an actor who lamented being too nice to dish on casting directors; and
- Louise, who will no longer be posting certain family photos after learning (thanks to Google Analytics) that there is such a thing as an adolescent-girl-in-braces fetish. (And I thought Dan Savage had alerted me to every possible fetish out there. I should have known better.)
After securing salads and gelato, we took turns throwing out questions to the group and answering them by going around in a circle. Stuff like: “What do you censor on your blog?” and “What’s your magic post that has gotten a zillion hits?” and “Which application do you use to track statistics?”
I called AK on my way back to the ridiculously glamorous parking structure (there’s a chandelier). “It was really fun to meet everyone,” I said. “And they were all really cool—our conversation wasn’t nearly as geeky and awkward as you might think this kind of thing would be. Or…wait…maybe this just means I’m so immersed in this particular brand of geekiness that I can’t even recognize it.”
But if it’s geeky to gush about blogging for two hours, I don’t wanna be cool.