...I'm freaking out.
I mean, have you seen the list of attendees? Have you? I'm so nervous about meeting these amazing bloggers that I've been reading forever - I'm going to have a hard time controlling the fangirl squee - and I'm nervous about traveling alone, about declaring a firearm at the airport, about going through security with my prosthesis. I'm even nervous about stupid stuff, like "Oh, what do I wear? What if I lose my luggage? I need to find my bathing suit - does it still fit? Should I color my hair? What shoes do I bring? I need a new toothbrush and those little bottles of shampoo! And I can't forget my camera...and my netbook! Ack!"
To make matters worse, I hate flying. Trapped in a metal tube, way up in the air with a bunch of strangers and their germs and probably a screaming baby and holy crap I'll be in the sky (can't look out the window or I'll get sick) and oh my gosh I am so glad I got a direct flight. Thankfully, my cousin will be picking me up at the airport. Family is frequently more forgiving when you're acting like a complete spaz.
Anyway, I arrive on Wednesday and the bloggy stuff doesn't begin until Thursday so I'll have a day to chill out* in hopes of not completely embarrassing myself. I'll be blogging the whole event (media pass! gun porn extravaganza!) and might even be able to do Gun Nuts Radio from Phoenix on the 19th.
Wish me luck.
___________*feel free to donate to the Breda Beer Fund. Social lubrication, ya know.