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ANTICIPATION! #BWBNYC

I'm writing this from the Megabus headed to New York. If you know me you know that's pretty normal. I'm the Media Manager at a Home Decor firm in Gramercy Park so I'm either in NY or in Philly which means being on the Megabus going in any direction is the norm. However! Today is different. Tomorrow kicks off Blogging While Brown 2013 ;)



I'm the Facebook Team Lead which, simply put, means I handled Facebook promotion leading up to the conference. This means I know all about the schedule, speakers, sponsors and more. Which grants me the right to be EXTRA excited! A few bloggers I met in Atlanta at the Our Strong Conference* will be in NYC and all conference participants are available via Twitter and Facebook. This means reunions and new beginnings!



 

I can't even begin to explain how READY I am. Below is only a GLIMPSE of the schedule but #BWBNYC's amazing co-founder Gina McCauley secured some dope speakers and sponsors! Can you understand my anticipation?!



New associates. 
New business connects. 
New facts. 
New tips.
New job opps?!
FREE FOOD!
Maybe drinks?! 
LISTENNNNNN, lol!!



 I fumbled through my closet, debated on shoe selections, searched for white & did an eenie meenie miney moe with my hair products BUT my bags are packed, what's done is done and  MENTALLY I'm ready for all this weekend has to offer!




"and I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and LOVE..."
-DRAKE

*Our Strong Conference 2013 Media Ambassador


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