A Pity Party For Me, Myself and I

This is a little pity party for myself.  If you don’t like dealing with such things (and I won’t blame you in the slightest), please don’t read.  But this mess has been brewing for a while.

Today I was supposed to be flying to Portland, OR for Sock Summit.  But thanks to the Horrible Server Crash of 2009, I got into one class only: Podcasting 101 (ironic, no?).  One class was not enough to justify the money of the hotel, the flight, food and all the yarn I would have spent.

As most people have pointed out, Sock Summit is far more than classes.  That is very, very true.  But even the non-class events were sold out.  Getting to go to spend my entire time in the marketplace would have been like Cinderella being invited to Prince Charming’s castle but not being invited to the ball and having to stay in the courtyard hoping to catch sight of the prince.

Anyway, me five days in the marketplace?  My husband and all the credit cards would be in the corner whimpering.  It’s probably for the better I didn’t go.  Money’s tight for us right now (who isn’t tight on money these days), though I’m sure my hubby would have somehow made it work if I had gone.  Work has exploded right in my face and I can’t walk away from it at the moment.

I know I’m not the only who got shafted by the server crash.  A lot of people were hurt and upset.  Not everyone in the world is going to be there.  But it sure does feel like I’m the only one who won’t be at the party.  I’ve told myself to get over it countless times and I thought I was over being a sulking brat about it but hearing everyone at Black Sheep saying they got into classes with so-and-so and got into the Sock Hop and the Welcome Reception and all the notes from the podcast listeners saying, “See you at Sock Summit,” was a slap in the face.

So forgive me if you don’t see me on the net for the next couple of days.  All the thousands of blogs, the countless pictures of people with sock knitting rock stars and the podcasts live is a little bit more than I can handle at the moment.  I’ll be in the corner having a little pity party for me, myself, and I.  I’ll be over it in a couple of days.