I may be remembered from this conference.
Not because of something brilliant I said or even something stupid. Not because I wore a fabulous outfit or one that is horribly out of fashion. Not because people looked at my blog and were impressed or felt a connection (what I was hoping for most of all).
But because of this:
I didn’t get mugged. I didn’t have a drunken accident. I didn’t even wipe out while running. I just fell. On the sidewalk going from the main conference area to the cocktail reception. I simply tripped on the curb in a shining moment of glory. Because I was holding a bag in each hand, I didn’t break my fall very well. I wasn’t wearing high heels. I hadn’t even had a drink yet.
The fall itself, although embarrassing, was not witnessed by many people. Mostly by tourists on Navy Pier that I will never see again. One guy even said I fell gracefully as he handed me my cell phone (yeah, sure). The big problem is that I look like I got into some kind of bar brawl or cat fight. People kept asking me if I was OK. I am fine. Scraped up and a little sore but nothing major. I am disappointed that I was too banged up to run this morning.
My lasting impression on the BlogHer community. For those of you who know me, you can appreciate how fitting this is. For those of you who don't know me, well, now you do for sure.