Free things, balloon hats & a topless Morgan Freeman January 22, 2012

BiSC. Heard of it?

I had the term written on my calendar at work and one of my students asked if BiSC stood for “Betcha I’m So Cool”. I almost agreed, because yes- that phrase definitely fits.

If you are out of the loop, BiSC actually stands for “Bloggers in Sin City”. Last year on a whim, I signed up to go to Vegas and spent 4 days with some of the most thoughtful, amazing and hilarious people on the planet.  Who just happened to be bloggers. I wore a balloon hat for 7 hours straight, there was a band created named “Fanning the Slash”- complete with dance moves, I watched sock puppets have oral sex and there were a lot of boobs flashed. I also saw men in thongs, bought my first tiger shirt and saw a vibrator called “The Tongue” that’s still giving me bad dreams.

The bloggers I met (and subsequently fell in love with) are talented, opinionated, thoughtful, kind, hilarious and ridiculously sexy. Between the dance parties, gondola rides and brunches- there were surprise bachelorette parties and deep talks about relationships and love sandwiched in between discussions about Kim Kardashian’s wardrobe.  Because blogging is so personal- the people I met already knew so much about me, and I knew so much about them. There was no small talk needed to introduce ourselves, everyone jumped in and within days we were the kind of friends you share gondola rides with and see you without makeup after a long night of whiskey shots.

When you tell people you blog, it’s hard for some people to understand what that means. People assume it means I spend my days talking code or discussing my favourite Sims character while laughing at binary jokes. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that). Or, there’s sometimes the notion that bloggers are anti-social, preferring online communities rather than in person experiences. Nothing could be further from the truth. Which is why I signed up again.

BiSC and Paper’d (the prettiest wallpaper app I have ever saw) have  decided to make an already incredible experience even better. One lucky attendee of this years event will get their registration PAID FOR.  It’s a ridiculously amazing giveaway that I’m entering by writing this post. And since my airfare will cost me double what my registration will, LET US ALL PRAY THAT I WIN BECAUSE MAMMA, TRAVELING FROM CANADA IS EXPENSIVE.

I’d tell you to go over to the website and sign up, but I can’t. Because it’s sold out. So go over and get on a waiting list because I swear on balloon hats and my West Wing DVD collection, BiSC is the kind of amazing you will always remember.

(If you are waiting for a topless Morgan Freeman picture since I reference him in the title, you are a pervert.)