I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
August 3, 2007
BlogHer fell on Kimberly‘s birthday weekend and her husband had gone all out, scoring us a hotel room with a lakefront view, an enormous arrangement of flowers, free room service and minibar (and you know I was all over that), and a gourmet gift basket awaiting our arrival. There was only one problem.
“It’s so great finally meeting you!” I squealed as I entered the room and saw her for the first time. Then I stopped short and gasped. “What’s that stench?!”
The room smelled like ass. No, worse. It smelled like a dead man’s ass. A dead man’s ass that hadn’t been washed. Ever.
“It’s cheese,” Kim said with disgust. “They put cheese in the gift basket and something’s wrong with it.” Kim had put the cheese (a wheel of Camembert, in case you were wondering) in the refrigerator, but it did no good. The room still reeked. Beside me, Busy Mom giggled.
“Good luck with that,” she said, heading quickly out the door while trying not to inhale.
“Oh geez, we can’t live like this,” I said after about 15 minutes of chatting. “We’ve got to do something with that cheese.” Quickly, I dialed Busy Mom’s number.
“Uh, can I come down to your room for a minute?” I asked. “Kim’s in the shower and I have to use the bathroom.”
“Sure, come on down,” Busy Mom said. I put the cheese in the waistband of my jeans and headed over.
Once inside the loo, I put the Camembert beneath the spare roll of toilet paper and left as soon as possible.
By the time Kim, Busy Mom and I left for dinner a few hours later, our room’s scent was almost back to normal. Busy Mom wasn’t so lucky.
“My room’s starting to smell like yours,” she said as we walked to the restaurant.
“Really?” I said. “Maybe something died in the vent.”
“Maybe,” she shrugged.
Dinner segued into two different cocktail parties and the cheese (and everything else) was forgotten. At midnight that night, I went back to my room and decided to check in on Busy Mom down the hall. I knocked on the door and when she opened it, the stench nearly knocked me down.
“Busy Mom,” I sputtered. “Your room reeks!”
“Oh, you get used to it after a while,” she said good-naturedly. I felt bad.
“Did you think of looking in your bathroom for the source?” I asked. She looked confused. “In your bathroom under the toilet paper?” A light bulb appeared over her head and she ran to the bathroom and then emerged, holding the cheese.
“Now you’ve got to pass it on!” I said, making a hasty exit. Unfortunately, my exit was so hasty, I forgot my bag. I went back, retrieved it, and went to bed.
At about 2am, I woke up briefly and thought I smelled it. The cheese. At 6am, Bruiser woke me up again and I fed him. The stench was stronger. And that’s when it hit me.
“Aaaarrrgh!” I said, looking down at my bag beside the bed. Sure enough, when I checked inside, the cheese was there. Good one, Busy Mom.
I couldn’t let this dastardly deed slide. There was no hope of getting into Busy Mom’s room undetected, so I made the supreme sacrifice and brought the cheese with me to the BlogHer conference. By this time, it had been out of the the fridge for nearly 24 hours and smelled even worse than a dead man’s ass. It smelled more like 400 fat men had eaten sauerbraten and then farted simultaneously. I put it in the bottom of Bruiser’s stroller and hoped it would pass for a poopy diaper. When we arrived at Navy Pier, Kimberly stowed the stinky cheese in a large planter in the lobby.
It wasn’t until after lunch that we found an opportunity to return the cheese to its rightful owner. Busy Mom was sitting beside Kimberly and me for the speaker training session and we slipped it into her bag under the computer table. We left as soon as the session ended and headed back to the hotel, so that the cheese couldn’t be passed back to us.
What we hadn’t anticipated was that the stinky cheese’s noxious fumes would end up being one of the session highlights. For the rest of the weekend, we periodically heard stories about the “woman who kept farting” during the speaker training session. And when I was telling someone about the stinky cheese’s travels the next morning, she said she’d gotten a text message the day before that someone in one of the sessions had bad gas. Meanwhile, a few hours after the drop had been made into Busy Mom’s computer bag, I got a text message on my own phone.
Item has been relocated, it read. That is all.
I didn’t see the stinky cheese for the rest of the day, but I guessed by the stories I was hearing that it was making the rounds. Jenny Lauck complained that a dead bird was in the a/c vent beside her table in the vendor room. Another woman told me the elevator reeked of dead fish. And finally beside me the next afternoon in the lobby, Izzy wrinkled her nose and said she was sure she smelled cabbage.
“Yep,” she said, “I’d know that smell anywhere.” Inexplicably, she began rooting through her bag, almost as if she’d found rotting cabbage there before. Instead, she pulled out a wheel of Camembert. She sniffed it curiously and then…
“AIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” she shrieked, throwing it on the floor. The group of women that had surrounded her scattered. For several long moments, the cheese stood alone.
Finally, Jenn Satterwhite was brave enough to pick up the cheese and put it in a spare computer bag, while Izzy stood well back from the scene.
At this point, 48 hours from refrigeration, the cheese smelled like a vat of hospital patients’ bile that had been left out in the sun for a long, long time. It smelled so bad, in fact, that when I held open the bag for Yvonne to smell, she ran to a nearby trashcan, dry heaving.
I refused to have anything more to do with the cheese after that, so it’s hard to say exactly where it finished its BlogHer experience. Did it end up under the table where Amy Sedaris signed copies of her book? Was it hidden somewhere in the shuttle bus used to transport BlogHer attendees between Navy Pier and their hotels? Or was it stashed in Lisa Stone’s purse when she wasn’t looking?
Who nose?
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>Okay, see, now what you did not say is the politeness between me and Busy Mom before the Item in Question was found in our bathroom. “Ummm, stomach issues, Jenn?” “No. You?”The fear of seeing and touching that cheese to get it off of the floor was terrifying. I am still having cheese flashbacks.I wonder where it ended up! Just thankfully not with me. I know for sure I would have been kicked off of the plane accused of terrorism if I had it. Ahhhh, the cheese stands alone. Trust me on this…it will show up again. mwhahahaha
>Oh, as if I was not laughing hard enough before…look at the FEAR on your face. Hilarious!
>OMG! The stories you all tell just make me want to go next year even more!This is the best laugh I’ve had in ages! Great post!
>This is hysterical! I had to laugh out loud. I want to go to BlogHer!
>That is hilarious!Hmmm, it would have been funny too to have kept it Real Simple and slipped it in a particular Real Simple swag bag.
>Dude. I still heave when I think of that smell. The funniest thing in the world is that you’re all “Y, I need your help!” and I got all excited because someone needed me!And then I found out you just needed me to cover while you put that shit in someone’s bag.AHHAHAHA*Dry Heaves*
>Oh, I love it!It so reminds me of my cheese story. The last time Feller and I went to Paris, we had time to eat the complimentary breakfast buffet at our hotel before our flight. I was not very hungry, so I stashed some cheese, croissants, and jam in my carry on…and forgot about it. It is a long flight from France…even longer when you think the man in front of you is letting toots the whole way. As we prepared to land at Dulles, I reorganized my carry on and found the stinky cheese. I was cracking up as I told the feller about it. He looked at me, very dead pan, and said, “oh. I thought YOU had been cutting the cheese.” All that way, all those hours and he was suspecting ME! He won’t eat cheese anymore, by the way. Viva la fromage’!
>THAT. IS. SOOOO. Freakin’. FUNNY!!!!!!
>That is crazy!!! HAHAHA I love it.
>OMG. This is the best thing I’ve read in a really long time. I’m crying here.
>Oh hell…my face hurts.All that, and nobody even cut the cheese.*ducks and runs*
>If I ever smell that shit again I think I may need therapy. Really, it was making me feel like Bruce Banner when he would begin turning into the Hulk. Damn that cheese!!!
>I haven’t laughed so hard I cried in a long time. Thank you.
>I am laughing out loud!!
>I smelled it first hand. Musty fungus-y rotting hot garbage was what came to mind.Last I smelled it, it was under the BlogHerAds table…
>Foul, foul, foul! Thanks for the bigole laugh! 🙂
>Oh so THAT’S what was going on! Someone (maybe Jen?) tried to hand me that bag with the line, “anyone you want to play a joke on?” I swear, from the smell I thought there was one of Drew’s diapers in there.
>Clever is as clever does. Nice “movement”, Lucinda.
>Hilarious. Now I’ll have to ask friends who went if they remember stink. You sure have got me thinking about doing more with this blogging thing. And going to BlogHer next year. From Canada. (Freakin’ expensive!)Happy to find your blog. Thanks, Sk*rt!Warmly,Natasha(Oh, and the pageant moms: You made me want to cry and scream with your post. I’m so angry that this is not considered child abuse by social services! HOW CAN PEOPLE BE THIS INSANE? HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? Those girls are going to be serial killers in the future, mark my words.)
>omg, what memories you made. “something is wrong with it” is so deadpan hilarious. the understatement of the year, sounds like.
>You forgot the part where I accused one of you of farting after eating one of those sauerkraut laden Chicago hot dogs!You probably didn’t hear me amidst all the uncontrollable giggling and snickering. Silly me, I thought you guys were laughing about the mystery fart!Thank God one of you guys asked me for something from in my purse. It was then that I spotted “the item” and threw it on the floor like it was on fire!I can honestly say I have never, EVER smelled anything that BAD in my entire life! It was worse than emptying a Diaper Genie full of solid-food poopy diapers.When Karen and I took the shuttle back to the Pier later on, we smelled IT emanating from the back of the bus. That poor, poor bus driver…
>Heh. Some buddies and I played the same game on a camping trip… with a dead fish we found floating in the lake. The last “recipient” found it on top of his car manifold… once he got home.
>Oh. My. Goodness. I laughed my way through the blog…then laughed even harder at the comments. SO freakin’ funny! Thanks for that.
>You DO know what happened to it, wench! Oh my GOD I’m SOOOOO gonna slap you. Dear ST readers – Ms. Lindsay had ME hold that damned bag and some other BlogHer walked near me and proclaimed, “Ugh! It smells like FISH!”(uh yeah lady, like the trash bins behind a sushi restaurant on a hot day!)Lindsay chimed, “Ohhhh Karen has had GAS all day!”I carried that cheese and passed it on. And Lindsay…may I remind you I have the keys to your blog. Ahem.
>I just want to know who is going to get that cheese in the mail!
>The BEST post ever concerning BlogHer….Um, where the hell were you 20 years ago when I really needed me some funny friends?
>Did it end up in Penelope’s bag?
>How cheesy.LOL.Just extremely glad the cheese didn’t find it’s way to my quarters.Rednecks are always blamed when things start to stink.
>Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, tells a story like Suburban Turmoil.
>Dry-heaves and all, this is the first post that made me wish I had been at the conference.My kind of humor.
>And really, Who Has More Fun Than Us High School Students!
>As a resident of stinky cheese country…that was funny. But, you know over here, they leave that cheese out at room temperature on purpose so that they can eat it when it’s at it’s stnky best.
>How very clever of you–to turn a bad situation in to a fun memory.
>HILarious! You guys are my kind of people! HA!
>That is hilarious – I love that you added pictures!
>Regretting missing you while at BlogHer just a *tiny* bit less now.
>Your descriptions of the cheese smell are a hoot! That must have been some nasty cheese.
>Oh that was pretty funny. (I didn’t realize someone took a pic… I’m in it next to Izzy.) I didn’t realize I was so close to you all… “Hi!” (Waves frantically!)
>Mom-101: The first time I touched that cheese was in that photo. I did not want my hands to smell like that FOREVER! Not me passing it off. Maybe trying to get it passed off so neither Busy Mom nor I had it back (EVER), but trust me when I say, never touched the cheese until that well timed Kodak moment! 🙂
>And this cheese is something people eat? That they think is appropriate to put in a gift basket? Because nothing says “you’re special” like two ounces of cheese that smell like rotting garbage and poopy diapers at the same time. You poor things!
>That post paints a vivid picture. I think I can actually smell that cheese. Oh, nah, that’s my son’s gym shoes.
>I am so glad I missed out on this. The sad part is, being a vegetarian, I would have assumed that it was ME.
>Oh dear GOD! I could not STOP laughing!
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