Up to this point, I haven't mentioned where I'm going this weekend, because I'm so excited that my voice gets all squealy whenever I talk about it. Have you ever read a squealy-voiced blog post? It isn't pretty.
I'm leaving Friday (flying! I hate flying! But I'll do it for these girls!) to go to Birmingham to meet face-to-face, in the flesh, BooMama and BigMama.
*squeal!*
My favorite-of-all-time band, Casting Crowns (together with their record label, Provident), is hosting us for a very bloggy weekend in which we get to see the Casting Crowns concert Friday night. AND to my utter delight (dare I say it, lest I break the spell?) we will get to go backstage and meet Casting Crowns.
*squeal!*
Hubs says, "Really, is all this squealing necessary? I thought you loved Casting Crowns because they are so humble and down-to-earth. Do you really think they would be comfortable that you're squealing at the thought of seeing them?"
Point taken.
So I will stop squealing and tell you in a voice just as serious and reserved as I can that I am terribly excited, about the concert, about meeting these two girls, and just generally getting away. Our kind hosts have booked us hotel rooms, and for some reason, they've given us each our own.
Our OWN rooms.
All alone in a hotel room.
I don't know that I've ever been all alone in a hotel room. How on earth am I going to sleep without my backside snuggled up to Hubs, or Corrie's foot lodged firmly in my kidney? I think I may have to jump on the bed to tire myself out.
Anyhoo, in addition to all the Casting Crowns fun, I can't wait to spend some time in real life with Big and Boo. Having read and adored them for so long, I suspect that after five minutes we'll feel like old friends. But I will tell you, no matter how many times you meet a bloggy friend in real life, it always feel like some sort of bizarre blind date.
What if the hair looks especially man-ish?
What if I miss my connection in Memphis (have I mentioned I loathe flying?)?
What if I act like a dork? (Let me re-phrase that. It is a given that I will act like a dork. What if I act like more of a dork than my normal allotment of dorkishness?)
I'm just hoping for the best and taking plenty of hair product. Because what else can a girl do?
Oh, and one last thing...(can you tell by the way I'm subject hopping that I have the jitters?)...Big and Boo are letting me sit in on their podcast, the thought of which is MAKING ME SWEAT, but I'm forging ahead. Sometime over the weekend, BooMama will work her techie magic and get the three-way podcast up on their blogs, and you can all confirm once and for all why I am a blogger and not a speaker.
*shudder*
And yet, still...*squeal!*
That's a lot of Southern Woman in one room, y'all. I have a feeling there will be stories to tell.
