I found it amazing how little I took my camera out in Walla Walla during the 2010 Wine Bloggers Conference. Not because there was nothing to see, but for once, I felt like it was more important to talk with people than to take pictures of people talking to people... (am I getting old?)
It was great catching up with people I haven't seen since last year, seeing people who I "know" online, but have never met, and meeting those that were totally new to me.
One thing stuck with me throughout the conference though-- Wine and the huge spectrum in the palates around the room. In my shallow heart, if I saw one more praise for JollyMooker, I thought I was going to go into berserker mode and start breaking glasses- I felt like a mom wanting to slap the hand of her child who was about to eat poop- "No! Bad! Poison! Dirty!" - But, after putting the deer knife and balaclava back in my bag, I calmed down and remembered that I'm the moron here with the ironic moustache, dreaming of sippin' unsulfured Macabeo out of bota bags while wearing a summer scarf-- and I am totally the jackass in the corner subliminally firing mind-bullets (of love) asking people to revolt against something that truly makes them happy... After a few moments of self inflicted shame, I decided to check it in and just do the 'dooker.
That only lasted a few sips... from way down inside, I heard the slow chant starting "attica, attica, Attica, ATTICA! ATTICA!" it all went f'n downhill from there.
The remedy, a balls to the wall dance party, a visit from the police, getting to hang with people I enjoy but see to little of, and getting to listen to one of my favorite nutcases (pictured below)...
Joe at SuburbanWino.com
The #WBC2010 was worth the trip.