Alexa: A Field Guide.
BlogHer is in two days, and I am in my customary pre-travel frenzy, during which my mind buzzes with such unholy ferocity that it eventually overheats and shuts down altogether. I keep thinking I will outgrow this eventually, but like my fear of Jacks-in-the-Box and tendency to be plunged into depressed and embarrassed ennui at the sight of a clown, my compulsion to make unnecessarily overwhelming to-do-lists before even the briefest of trips lingers. The only way to foil this compulsion is to travel spontaneously—as with my recent sojourn in Iowa—but that is rarely feasible.
I’ve gotten off topic. The point is that I will be in Chicago beginning on Thursday, roaming wild and free, and because I have been wondering how to approach bloggers I recognize but do not, in the strictest sense, know, I thought I would give you some tips so that you will not be shy about accosting me.
#1 DON’T BE AFRAID:
I promise, Alexa is more frightened of you than you are of her. She is easily recognized by her wild, anxious eyes and unkempt hair. She will probably be fiddling with something—her phone, her necklace, her hair, her ears, her earring, her handbag, the frond of a nearby fern. It is common knowledge that, like a shark or the bus in Speed, Alexa’s hands must keep moving. Otherwise they will rapidly decay, eventually sloughing off entirely, leaving her to worry at her jewelry with frayed stumps.

{fig. 1: Large, nervously roving eyes enable Alexa to evaluate imaginary threats.}
#2 DRAW HER OUT:
If you have spotted Alexa lurking nervously in a corner or bathroom stall, try dribbling a bit of sidecar on the ground as you back away from her location. This will often be enough to encourage her to emerge. If you suspect Alexa is nearby but cannot see her, the sound of a cocktail shaker will usually cause her to appear, or at least to emit her characteristic high trilling sound, alerting you to her hiding spot.

{fig. 2: Crouching/hidden Alexa}
#3 IDENTIFY HER MOODS:

{fig. 3: Alexa would like one of those french fries you are holding}

{fig. 4: You have provoked Alexa into attack! Flee! Flee!}
#4 SEIZE THE DAY:
I am told that everyone at BlogHer feels slightly frumpy and socially awkward and damp with nerves, and Alexa is no exception. Probably when you meet her she’ll be cursing her uncomfortable yet ineffective shapewear and wondering what she should do next, and whether she’ll photograph poorly doing it. But she’s not going to let this stop her from awkwardly hugging near strangers, or playfully slapping the hindquarters of women whose words she’s been reading for years. Neither should you.





27 Comments
I am so, so jealous these OTHER women get to meet you and gush to you (as I undoubtedly would) and I am stuck here in Perth, Western Australia.
I will have to be content with these hilarious photos! Have a wonderful time xxx
Can’t wait to meet you!
So while you are down there slapping my bum, can you please pick my underwear for me? No one will give me time to shop for shapewear, *sighs* so I will just have to look at yours enviously.
Love your field guide. Wish I was going…Have fun!
So jealoussssss! I hope nobody goes all anti-BlogHer between now and next year, because I WILL get there somehow next year! HAVE FUN!
At least you are brave enough TO GO. I am going to sit at home and pine, albeit because I have children and a job, but also because I’d be too certain I was going to be the girl no one speaks to the entire time. Confidence. I haz it.
You look just like Simone is figure three – hilarious!
Ooops, I meant to say “in figure three” A three-shaped baby would be weird.
I can’t wait to meet you, and I hope I don’t scare you into figure 4 mode when I squee and hug you without warning.
OMG you absolutely should use Fig 1 for your author’s photo on your books (yes, I said bookS). It’s brilliant. I would totally buy that book. Sorry, bookS.
Alexa, hope you got my e-mail about taking the orange line from Midway to downtown. And for all the rest of you flying into our fair city, the blue line train goes directly from the bowels of O’Hare Airport to downtown. Very convenient!
(…unless you’re not going downtown…)
Were I coming-I would try to slow close to you so some of your cleverness and writing ability would rub off. Don’t worry I won’t be there to stalk you.
Have a good time!
You are, quite simply, hilarious.
If I were going to BlogHer, I’d bring cocktail shakers AND French fries just to bait you. But in a good way, not a freaky stalker way. ;-)
Enjoy your trip!
Good to know. I look forward to meeting you! And I have never had a sidecar, so this will be a new one for me!
I am charmed by this post and so sad I will not be at BlogHer to meet the Alexa in our shared native habitat – the bar.
This is the cutest thing I have ever read. I am now a bit upset I am not going to BlogHer just to meet you!
so jealous of Chicago and everyone in it. boooooo hiss for not going to BlogHer
Hope you have fabulous time! Enjoy your weekend of sleeping in a baby-free bed!
Gorgeous photos. Sort of like the White Rabbit, were the White Rabbit sexy. (I mean that in only the most complimentary and noncreepy sense.)
Glad you’re flying with Klonopin. I never approach an airport without it. Next week: I fly cross-country, alone, with 20-month-old! And mommy’s bottle of Klonopin.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Oh, have fun! Tear Chicago up- in a good way!
I just finished reading your complete archives (and feel kind of creepy/stalkerish). So here I am telling you how awesome you are. I think you get that a lot. I hope you had a wonderful time at BlogHer.
I just stopped by to thank you for “Grandmother’s Hands” because Stefanie told me about it and I can’t even think about it without laughing and that’s not hyperbole. I think “Grandmother’s Hands” and start giggling.
Hope your time is great. I won’t be there this year but hope to be next…I’ll jingle a cocktail shaker to see if I can locate you then. Bon voyage!
Hey!
First, I hope you had the MOST fabulous time at BlogHer!
Second, and now I’m entering the CyberFanPlace, what the heck are/is “Grandmother’s Hands”, and how can I also learn about them so that I, too, can laugh and giggle at will, just like BHJesus (comment 22)? I want to have access to this source of bliss too! (If I’ve missed a previous reference in Flotsam, sorry, and just point me to the right date!)
Hmmm… scary. But she can be controlled with cocktails and crisps you say?
You’re so cute. Hope it was very good and the hindquarter slapping went well!
I got shingles last year after I had my baby, too! How weird. Then I was scared TO DEATH that I’d give my 2-week-old daughter Chicken Pox. I didn’t, thankfully.