Like, really REALLY hate it.
Don’t get me started on people who say they love the peaceful freedom of soaring above the heavens, or the ones who FALL ASLEEP BEFORE THE PLANE TAKES OFF. (Dear Lord, how?!) No, I’m more of the opinion that the responsibility of keeping the plane aloft is mine alone, and rests solely upon whether or not I was nice that day, and so I spend the bulk of my day prior to takeoff helping the elderly, reading to the blind, and kissing babies.
Okay, FINE.
I really don't believe that, exactly, and don't do most of that stuff, but I do kiss my own baby! And I’m generally nice! Doesn’t that count for something?
Well, apparently it does, because my plane made it to
There were so many fantastic things about this past weekend, so I’ll just kick it off with my roommate.
As Emily herself has pointed out, going into a roommate situation while never having met or even spoken to the person before has the potential to be a complete and unmitigated catastrophe.
I needn’t have worried.
This girl is too funny for words, adorable, and has some kickin’ dance moves. We had the best time, and had far too many “OMG, me too!” moments to count. She shares my love of trivia, my hatred of talking on the phone, and my firm belief that Lindsay Lohan really is just a little mixed up right now, and can, nay, will rise again. Plus, she has the prettiest handwriting ever. Seriously. Many thanks again to all of you who thought to set us up as roommates, and played Yenta* the Matchmaker to our…uh, whoever the couple is in Fiddler on the Roof. Which, in case you can’t tell, I’ve never seen. (I know! And I’m Jewish! This must be some sort of blasphemy!)
Another highlight of the weekend was Whoorl taking Emily, myself, and the hilarious Gorillabuns to this Piece. I enjoy beer, but I’d never before seen the benefit of these:
After visiting Piece, I did. Because sweet merciful crap, best beer EVER. I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the brew that I tried, but I do recall seeing a beer on the menu entitled “Baron von Awesome.” I promptly dubbed myself Baroness von Awesome, and had visions of my tiny beer children singing “The Lonely Goatherd” while their free-spirit governess sewed them clothing from the drapes. All while rationalizing the purchase of a beer helmet.
I’m a multi-tasker, you see.
Overall, while I had some issues with the conference itself (which Emily did a fantastic job of articulating), it was so much fun finally getting to meet the amaaaaazing women (Sorry Darren, but I had to!) who I’d heretofore only read. I was, quite frankly, quaking in my ballet flats about the whole thing, but the overall experience was great, and not at all like the high school cafeteria horror I had envisioned. And Lizarita totally made my day (she knows why). Moreover, I discovered some new peeps. (Moose! Schnozz! Where have you been all my life?! AND WHY DO ALL OF YOU LADIES LIVE SO FAR AWAY?!)
I still must discuss my trip back to NY, which encompasses my mad Jack Bauer-esque counter-terrorism skillz, an unscheduled landing, and my sneaking suspicion that my lotion was sending me a bad sign about the flight. No, really. For now, I’m off to catch up with all of you, and then ponder why, exactly, I felt it necessary to take home the blue and yellow Butterball potholder from my bag o’ free conference crap.
In the meantime, here are my Flickr pictures from the conference.______________
Update: As further proof that I've never seen Fiddler on the Roof, I truly thought that the martchmaker character's name was Yentl, not Yenta. Oops.
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14 comments:
I feel so sad that we didn't spend any quality time together. I was really looking forward to laughing so hard that one of us farted.
But, I'm so happy you made so many good friends and that you had fun, even if it was without me.
xoxo
whoorl and i should have given you the memo: leave the bag in the hotel!
i loved, loved, LOVED! getting to know you, my friend.
can't wait for our reunion!
That sounds like so much fun! I'm kind of jealous. Mostly because you got conference swag, but also for the weekend getaway. Glad it wasn't a cafeteria nightmare!
Well I think we have found the next costume for Toopweets to try. Beer helmet and little goatherd leiderhosen!
I am so sad that we didn't get a picture together.
You are absolutely adorable and I enjoyed meeting you and your cute little side-swept bangs!
It was a royal pleasure spending the weekend together, Baroness von Awesome. Mwah!
p.s. - did Alex like the book?
I'm so peeved I left it at the hotel.
GAH!!!!!
Ha! Darren forbid you to use that phrase as well? He gave me the same command when I said I was contemplating going.
Also, I caught the remake of The Parent Trap on TV the other night, and I just watched little 12-year-old Lohan, thinking, "Oh, how mightily you are going to fall in just a few years." So sad, really. She was so cute and had so much promise at the time!
It was lovely to meet you! And yes, I really was only powered with cranberry juice all weekend. Can you imagine what I'd be like intoxicated? Ha! Subscribing to your blog, must know more about how to make one's bangs look so utterly charming.
Dude, can I be Queen Awesome?
And really, when will Lindsey rise again? Are we talking weeks or years? Because I miss the old Lindsey.
Did you miss the part where I explained that I am a Couch Whore who will descend upon your abode at the slightest nod of your head? Sometimes you can just say, "I like having visitors," and the next day I'm ringing your doorbell and handing you my suitcase, and you're all "??" and I'm all "What? YOU SAID YOU LIKED VISITORS."
Of course, everyone is welcome at my place too, but for some reason they're less tempted when they can't fly for nothing. And when it's a city in Missouri. I know--I don't get it either.
The Couch Whore is so going to have to strike again all over the country after this recent get-together. I CAN FEEL IT.
I, too, have issues with flying. Traveling with my kid keeps me distracted from all the phobias I have with being a confined space while moving.
Glad the trip was a success!
I was SO tempted to pet your hair. It was so shiny, so swingy. I never quite mustered the gumption. An opportunity to lost.
It was great meeting you! I'm not quite up to Schnozz's couch whore level but I do tend to end up in New York on a semi-regular basis. So BEWARE. Beware of shameless bloggers who will arrive on your doorstep and head straight to your fridge.
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