I’m Nervous about BarCamp Nashville

What if nobody likes me?  What if everyone else knows each other and I don’t know anybody?  What if they talk about a bunch of stuff I don’t know anything about?  What if they think I’m a nerd?  Also, will there be crafts?

And did anyone get a supersecret email this morning?  I did not.

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16 thoughts on “I’m Nervous about BarCamp Nashville

  1. Don’t be nervous, it’ll be a blast. :-)
    If you’re registered and opt’d in for email announcements when you registered you should have received a message this morning. Perhaps it’s in your junk folder?

    No worries about the “secret” stuff, it’s not really that secret. It was just a post about what to bring to BCN.

    Let us know if you have any questions.
    You rule.
    Dave

  2. People will like you or I’ll kick their asses.

    People will know you; you’re Aunt motherfucking B.

    People will talk about a bunch of stuff you don’t know anything about, and that will be a great opportunity to pass notes with the rest of us who are bored.

    People won’t think you’re a nerd; the whole point of Chris and Jackson being there is to make the rest of us look normal.

  3. [Ha! My profanity got me into your Akismet limbo, I think. I’ll clean it up.]

    People will like you or I’ll kick their asses.

    People will know you; you’re Aunt motherf*king B.

    People will talk about a bunch of stuff you don’t know anything about, and that will be a great opportunity to pass notes with the rest of us who are bored.

    People won’t think you’re a nerd; the whole point of Chris and Jackson being there is to make the rest of us look normal.

  4. I’ll be there. Grace, Kate, Ivy, Jackson, Kat, Mack (?), Chris, Brittney, Squirrel Queen, Badger…. and many more.
    You have a posse and we all love you

    Now I’m worried about if everyone will see this middle-aged woman (me) who will continually be asking questions.
    And the BarCamp guys are pretty funny on Twitter. We can always escape to the Goldrush if any of us gets the vapors.

  5. You are smart, funny, and intelligent. People will like you. I had the same feelings when I moved up here and joined a little cookbook club. I was paralyzed with fear. Then it turned out that it was a club full of 90 year old women who adored me. The only problem was they kept forgetting who I was from meeting to meeting.

    If all else fails, regale them with your boob freckle. Everyone loves a good boob freckle. :)

  6. Oh, ya know, I was telling Kate stuff to heckle people with in my name, since I won’t be there. I hereby also authorize her to cheer in my name whenever you are mentioned (or even appear).

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