my own john hughes film (aka, single ladies at sparklecorn at blogher10)

Saturday night, one of my dreams came true.

I was in New York City, and the sessions of BlogHer had come to a close. Parties were being held, however, I had not registered for any of these parties. My friends kept talking about attending a party called Sparklecorn, a party for which I had not registered due to the description including something about unicorns and sparkles. Even so, I found myself wanting to attend due to hearing someone say something about DANCING.

Here is where I mention that I simply walked into the party without having registered. (oops?)

It started out simply enough: a dance to Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'. After that, I was in. I danced for hours - H O U R S - straight, it was a fantastic time. Some friends and I made it to the stage for dancing near the DJ. Speaking of The DJ, he was the best I'd ever heard, and I told him so. We did chat for a bit about music, and finally I did it: I requested that he play Single Ladies.

"I just played a Beyonce song not too long ago."

"I know, but will you play it later?"

"Maybe."

As you may or may not know, DJs can be jerks and liars when it comes to requests. I know this, and I think this DJ (wish I would have gotten his name!) knew I know this. After a while of more dancing, I approached him again.

"Single Ladies, remember?"

"I don't think I have time, I'm supposed to end at 11." He showed me his watch. 10:47.

"You can do it. Prettiest please? Really, really, please will you play it?"

"Yeah, sure. I can do that."

"You will? Great. Can't wait." I hopped off the stage to finish off Dancing Queen, and then waited.

Finally, for what I knew would be the last song, Single Ladies began.

I started the dance. You know the dance.

People started to notice.

Those people nudged their friends and pointed my way.

A circle formed around me.

Before I knew it, people were clapping along, and cheering - CHEERING - for me.

For me.

I get a li'l weepy thinking about it.

When the dance was finished, people screamed, people were hugging me and high-fiving me and asking who I am. One new friend, Lisa Stone, introduced herself. She happens to be the CEO of the BlogHer network. She was very impressed with the dancing.

"Are you a dancer?" she asked me.

"Sort of. But that? That's the result of hours in my family room, with my kids and YouTube."

And after that, I went to another party and did it AGAIN. It wasn't nearly as good the second time (I was running on fumes by that point, almost six straight hours of dancing), but awesome just the same.

Now, to answer your questions: No, I don't have a video of it. Or pictures. And if/when I do get them, I will likely post it/them here, don't you worry.

The second best part of that night? Seeing all the tweets, not the least of which includes: