Sparklehuh?

One of the highlights at BloghHer ’10 for me was the last night, and a little (Ha!) party called SparkleCorn. I started the party off right, getting water spit in my face by one of my favorite people because apparently my just-standing-here-waiting-for-mandy-to-come-dance-with-me-face is so hilarious that people can’t be view it and keep their beverages in their mouths simultaneously. I wrapped things up nice and tight with Amanda and a very kind bartender working diligently to clean up the red wine I spilled all over the top of my dress. Yes I was still wearing it. You don’t leave a party like this to clean yourself up, you just stay and dance with wine all over yourself. Also, if you leave early you miss excellent opportunities to force feed cigarettes to unicorns and steal posters of Dwight Schrute to wear as skirts to the next party.

If you’re not as disturbingly obsessed with the magic that is the internet as I am you’re probably wondering what a sparklecorn is. It’s pretty obvious though, right? It’s a combination of sparkles and unicorns, aka everything awesome about the web. The cake should make it all clear if you’re still confused.

It was hands down, no apologies, THE BEST PARTY I have ever been to in my entire life. Yes. This does include every party that you have ever thrown that I attended. I don’t want to hurt your feelings but it’s true.

If you want to see a video of what the party was like go here and keep an eye out for yours truly shortly after the 1 minute mark. Please be advised if you’re someone’s grandmother, there’s a lot of cussing in the song the video is set to. If you’re still game, dig it. If you’re at work plug your headphones in and check it out. I’ve watched it three times and every time it makes me want to buy my BlogHer’11 ticket right now. Which I actually might do.

One of my favorite parts of the party was dancing on stage with my roommates. While we were up there I watched Mandy make out with a Barack Obama cardboard cutout right before Beth Anne made a rude gesture (the kind you don’t generally expect to see from a proper southern lady) in his general direction while yelling her political affiliation. In another environment you might expect a moment like that to put a damper on the super happy friend fun party vibe. But here? Not so much. About 30 seconds later I caught them doing this:

My least favorite moment…? I had two. I met two bloggers I read faithfully and was extremely excited to meet. But by the time I met them I was so brain dead and overstimulated that all Loralee heard was a stuttering “I love you” and Becky got stuck with “OhmiGod you’re awesome”. I blame the fact that I had just spent 10 minutes chatting with the delightful and not at all scary Jill and apparently, that was all the brainpower I had left for the night.

I blame Jen and her spitting tendencies. God knows I didn’t drink any more after the Club Soda Assault Of 2010.