I am a joyful person.
I’m a joyful person plagued with an “angry, bitchy resting face” who usually keeps to herself because…. I like myself. Okay, that and many other people irritate the shit out of me what with their “my life is so haaaarrrrrrrd” kind of horse-pucky… But I digress, let me get back to joyful. Anyhoo!
I’m a surprisingly optimistic person. The glass is half full. The clouds are lined with silver. Pots of gold are found at the ends of the rainbows. There is always a bright side. You get the idea. I’d have kept going but I ran out of expressions of optimism. My sunny outlook on life means I attract all kinds of people, even with my “angry, bitchy resting face”. Most of the people who I attract fall into two categories: those that really need to talk to a professional therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist and not me because I’m not a professional and those that are resilient, optimistic folks. I prefer the latter to the former.
I like resilient, optimistic people. I don’t mind if they are also cynics (I’m pretty cynical for an optimistic person) because I tend to see the cynics as realists and I enjoy the company of realists. That probably plays into the the fact that I’m analytical and logical which is rooted in reality. So, color-me-happy when at BlogHer ’14, which took place in hot-and-sunny San Jose, California, last weekend, I met some wonderful people with whom I had some lovely chats and some great laughs. We chatted about life and our blogs (of course), addictions to cookbook collecting, bacon and how I’m allergic to everything (not really…. but it sure does seem like it).
Now that I think about it, the BlogHer ’14 Conference may have also counted as my very first “TweetUp” and I didn’t even come away feeling violated. BONUS!
One subject that came up was my “Fancy Coffee Friday” posts and their title. I was asked what I had against frappuccinos (nothing – except I’d rather get my coffee drinks here than there…that would be Starbucks) by a man known as Sisyphus on Twitter at @SrslyAmusing (how could I NOT follow someone with that handle!). Now, Barriques doesn’t have their fancy coffee drink menu posted online – I’ve asked for it to be done so I can sway my coworkers to get their drinks from Barriques vs the ubiquitous Starbucks – but they haven’t. So anyway, some intelligent soul snapped a photo of one of the Barriques locations fancy coffee drink menu and I saw “frappe” and I thought, “I can’t call today’s post “Fancy Frappuccino Friday” if I’m going to have a Frappe!” Besides, Starbucks probably trademarked that drink name and then I’d have to pay royalties or some other such silliness if I used it for today’s post’s title. So, to Sisyphus – thank you for shaking up my Fancy Coffee Friday and this was a very long-winded post about absolutely nothing just to say: I’ll see your Frappuccino and raise you a Frappe.
P.S. If you’re reading this, we had a conversation at BlogHer ’14 and I didn’t call you out on this post… just wait!
P.P.S. Friendships are made from good burns and playing Marco Polo during conferences that don’t live up to their hype.