Sunday, August 14

The Blogger Meet-up That Only Partially Happened...

Several weeks ago, two friends of mine announced a trip to my home town, to visit with a bevy of wonderful bloggers (some of whom I'd met and a few I hadn't), via a 4-seater airplane. Biff is a pilot; having secured his license this summer and Tiff is his wife. I asked if I could tag along and they graciously said yes.

I was very excited, and for a few days, I kept the news to myself, because I just knew some people in my family would not want me to get into a small plane for any reason, let alone a blogger meet-up  (they just don't understand!!) When I told mr. kenju, I got the reaction I expected, but we were at dinner with friends, so he couldn't respond the way he would have had we been at home. I know they wouldn't take kindly to screaming in Nina's Ristorante...lol

Another family member also gave the expected reaction, although she had more believable reasons for me not to go than mr. kenju did (he of the rampant paranoia - don't tell him I said that, okay? In fact, don't tell him I said ANY of this!)

As the week wore on and the day of departure loomed, mr. kenju showed increasing frustration with my decision;  telling me on the hour why it was a bad idea and making speculations  about the state of my mental health. He wanted me to leave my check books, credit cards, diamond ring, extra car keys, etc. here, and to settle the taxes before I left. It became increasingly clear that he didn't ever expect to see me again after Friday. On Wednesday, I'd had enough drama and I pulled the plug on the trip (for me) sending an email to Biff and Tiff that I wouldn't be joining them, nearly crying as I did so.

I was later asked to work on Friday. Around mid-afternoon on Friday, my cell phone rang; it was Biff. They had gotten as far as Danville, VA and had to turn back due to inclement weather. Biff said since he had rented the plane all day, we could still go up and enjoy a flight around Raleigh - but I had to turn it down - since I was working. Darn it, foiled again!

Meanwhile, the bevy of bloggers was at lunch in Charleston - minus the NC contingent - I'm sad to say. From all reports, they had a great time, and were joined by one who seldom does that sort of thing - even mentioning it was outside her comfort zone. So, to those who made it there, I want you to know how much you were missed and to the two I had not met before - I am still hoping!!

10 comments:

Kay Dennison said...

Geeezzzzz . . . I'm sorry you didn't get to go. I am afraid of flying in small planes so I can understand others' fears.

MissDazey said...

I admire your courage to even think about flying, small or large planes scare me. But I admire your courage even more to want to meet other bloggers and social media type folks.

Anonymous said...

What is it with husbands? Your pilot showed good sense in turning around when the weather didn't look good, which should give one even more confidence in his judgment. I'm so sorry that you didn't get to go. Hopefully, there will come another opportunity.
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Jennifer said...

So sorry to have missed the chance to meet all three of you. But look! I gained a new nickname!! :-)

Arkansas Patti said...

Oh well, it turned out you wouldn't have made it to the meeting anyway but you would have had a nice plane ride. I love small planes but will not go near a commercial airline.

Dr. Deb said...

Oh, sometimes things just aren't able to gel together.

tiff said...

Let's talk October....

Grannymar said...

Pity the plans didn't work out. Never mind it will happen in the future when the time is right.

Granny Annie said...

I would never have considered such a trip. My voice would have been among your family members attempting to talk you out of it. Small planes equal: Patsy Cline; Buddy Holly; John Kennedy Jr.; etc., etc.

Millie Garfield said...

Sorry you didn't get to have that flying adventure and meet up with fellow blogger.

I can understand how Mr. Kenju didn't want you to go on that small plane, he was nervous for you and didn't want to take ANY chances of losing a jewel like you.