Recap Of Baltimore Blogalicious Pop Up Event

Last week Wednesday, I had the pleasure of attending a pop of event hosted by the Blogalicious, and it was beyond amazing. But before it became amazing, there was me crying in the car, frustrated. Let me rewind.

First of all, this is the first time I have ever attended a blog-related event in Baltimore. I don’t know if they never have them, or if I just never hear of them. There are usually cool events in cities like Chicago, New York, Dallas, L.A, etc — but never Baltimore. So when I heard about this one – about two days before the event – I just had to be there.

The event was at Silo.5% Wine Bar, which I had never heard of, but was excited to try. I event went on their site and looked at their menu. I wanted to decide what I wanted before I got there because I’m one of those people who take eternity to pick something from a menu (unless it’s a menu I’m already familiar with). I checked my GPS several times and I left my house way before time because I wanted to cruise into the place. But it was not meant to be.

Long story short, GPS was confused about where I was going and it got me lost. I went through the toll three times (instead of just once) only to end up at a dead end and GPS didn’t even know I was lost. It kept telling me to make a left turn. When I got misdirected the first time, I was calm and collected. When I got lost the second time, I wasn’t finding it funny, but when I got lost the third time, I was frustrated. The only thing worse than your GPS getting you lost is your GPS getting you lost and not knowing that it got you lost and still giving you directions like you’re on the right track.

Igwe was at a meeting that day, or else he would have been my ride. I parked my car, called him and cried on the phone. I said I’m going back home. I’m sick and tired of driving around Baltimore. He consoled me, said to try one more time. I reversed from where I was and made the first turn, although I didn’t know where it was taking me. And that was how I somehow ended up at the venue. I wiped my eyes, put on my lipstick, and mustered up a smile.

I’m so glad I went. I may not have many events to compare it to, but I can tell you without a shadow of doubt that I was supposed to be there. I don’t think the organizers and fellow attendees even knew what was going on inside of me. But I felt at home. I don’t know how spiritual you are, but for me, I thought, no wonder the devil wanted to keep me away! It lasted a few hours and there were about 30 to 40 people, but I walked out of that event knowing more than I did before I got there, and for me, that meant everything.

For this event, I wore a very simple black swing dress, and it made me wonder why this is my first swing dress. It was like wearing a bubu. I was so comfortable. I could have eaten a cow and you wouldn’t have known. If I could, I’d wear it everyday.