Jul
19
THRILLING BLOGHER UPDATE:
So! I survived my 7 AM yoga class, although it was dicey there for a minute when the alarmingly sinewy instructor led us all in a group Om (I don’t know why this sort of thing makes me so phenomenally uncomfortable but it sure as hell does, especially when the Om is sort of lilting and songlike and my flat zombie-looking-for-brains “UHHHH” stands out like a turd in a punchbowl). It was actually nice to get up and moving so early, once I peeled myself out of bed and whimpered about it for a while — I’m so FREAKING tired, despite going to bed at a fairly decent hour (I bailed on what sounded like a really great party last night in favor of eating ice cream in my room, mostly because I’d spent an hour or so yelling “WHAT WAS THAT?” and “PARDON?” over the relentless thumpa-thumpa-thumpa house music at some cocktail party reception thing and apparently that sucked all the nightlife right out of me).
It’s probably kind of dreary to read BlogHer posts that include a million links to other people’s websites so I’ll just say that I have really enjoyed meeting so many cool bloggers and not one single person has been an asshole. The sessions I’ve attended have been good, and the community keynote was ridiculously awesome — I laughed myself nearly incontinent at some of them, and others made me cry like a total pussy.
In other news, I’ve been in my hotel room for, what, two days now, and I just realized there’s a little coffee machine hidden in the closet. I guess I can stop ordering the $67 room service half carafe in the mornings now.
Pictures I took yesterday while briefly wandering around near the hotel:
Lastly, here I am rudely forcing Guy Kawasaki to pose for a photo with me (SMOOTH!):
Jul
18
I’m here at BlogHer and everything is going swimmingly, thanks for asking, except for a humiliating arrival where the cab driver informed me as he was pulling into the hotel drop-off that no, he did NOT take plastic, and then I got to embark on a panicked, endless search for an ATM that would accept my finicky, magnet-strip-compromised debit card, because how else was I going to pay for my cab ride, HOW?
(I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO BLOW HIM.)
(Although I really didn’t seem like his type, if you know what I mean.)
I have photos to post and more to blather about, but for now I’ll leave you with a picture I flat-out stole from Kristin’s website, because I am classy like that:
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