When I was at Blogher my camera commited suicide which is not that bad because the thing about partying with hundreds of blogstars is that everything you do in front of them is going to be recorded on the internet anyway so it’s like someone else is keeping a diary for you. You can get dead drunk and still have a photographic record of almost getting kicked out of your hotel. You can find a picture of Amy Sedaris showing off the styrofoam cake that you bought (don’t judge me). You can have your coworkers sarcastically ask why every picture of you on the internet has booze in it.
Or sometimes you can have someone you really admire crown you the Blogger of the Day. *blush*
And that makes it all worthwhile.
Until you find stuff like this on flicker, anyway:
(Booze not shown, but probably understood.)