Grateful to Jess for spending her spare time with me, sat on the grass (watching me make a mess of myself whilst I ate a portobello mushroom and spinach muffin) in the shade in Green Park, chatting about all things bloggy
Panicked by my last-minute realisation that I’d have to catch a London overground, and not really knowing what that meant!
Happy to meet up with Natasha, and to get to know her better over a San Pelly Lemon for me, and something soya and coffee-ish (can you tell I don’t drink coffee?!) for her
Nervous at making our way over to The Roost, for The Blogcademy Mixer
Overwhelmed upon entering to see a floor length fuchsia gown (Gala), a shock of bright pink hair (Kat), and a beehive-d fluorescent yellow number (Shauna), all in one spot, only a handful of feet away!
Even more delighted by the free cocktail on offer (sorry guys!)
In awe of the beauty of my idols in the flesh
Overemotional thanks to sharing the room with three women who inspire me every single day
Teary eyed at my inability to go on over and say hello
Drunk on a cocktail and a mini glass of wine (or two....or maybe three)
Sweaty from black clothing, and London sunshine
Nervous (again) by the time gone without confidence to approach
Thankful to witness their wonderful Q&A (because, oh boy, that advice)
Lightheaded from the mixture of alcohol, nerves, happiness, and chatter
Elated by the push to, finally, say hello
It made me feel like a teenager again.
An uncomfortably-embarrassing oaf of a teenager, with clumsy feet, and a thick tongue.
But a teenager, all the same.
There aren't many times nowadays when I get that head-y buzz that used to accompany things like concert trips (because I wasn't a gig-er when I was a 'kid') to see the latest band or singer I adored. Sure, I still get nervous when doing something (or meeting someone) new, but it's normally that nervous-at-my-own-ability type of stuff. Yesterday's nerves? Whole different ball game. Those nerves fluttered around my heart, sat - heavily - in my throat, and froze me to the spot, every time they went by. That head-y buzz returned.
Turns out, The Blogcademy babes are my new big should-know-better-but-couldn't-help-but-swoon-over crush.
And I met them. I really, bloody did.