A few months ago, I received a surprising e-mail.
It was from a national PR firm, on behalf of Adobe, inviting me to a Girls Photography Getaway in San Francisco.
The all-expense-paid trip includes a day of seeing the sights in SF and a workshop with Julieanne Kost on Adobe Lightroom 3.
After my initial shock at the offer (was this for real!?), I called The Nerd to see what he thought.
We both agreed that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I spoke with my boss, and he agreed to let me take the time off to attend.
So next week, I’ll be joining several other women bloggers (including Miz Booshay and Gayle from Mom and Camera) with a passion for photography in the city by the bay.
I’m really excited and more than a little star-struck.
I’ve never been to San Francisco so I’m excited for the chance to see the city.
And I am pumped to learn more about Lightroom 3. I’ve never used Lightroom, but have heard wonderful things about it and have thought about purchasing it several times.
But I think The Nerd is getting tired of me stressing about the trip.
I mean, what’s the weather like there? Should I bring a coat? What am I going to wear? I *have* to look super-cute if I’m going to be around all these amazing bloggers.
We’re going to be walking all day one day, and sitting in the classroom the next. So my wardrobe has to include comfortable walking shoes. Perhaps my black glitter Toms? Or my Ugg boots? Will my feet get too cold if I wear the Toms, or too hot if I wear the Uggs?
And I’m going to have to take a taxi from the airport to the hotel. It’s been *years* since I was in a taxi by myself! UPDATE: I just got an e-mail letting me know that a car service will meet me at the airport to take me to at the hotel. How freaking cool is that?
And what if no one likes me? What if no one talks to me? What if all the other bloggers take a look at my measly little site and silently laugh to themselves at my ineptness?
These are just a few of the things running through my brain as I prepare for the trip.
Can you say psychotic? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s what I am at the moment.
Pray for me, please.
I’ll share all the embarrassing wonderful details upon my return.
Until then, you just have to deal with my craziness.