Day 1 In the Bubble… BlogHer 2008
The whole day I’ve been “thinking out blog posts” – but it seems somehow like if I took the time to slow down and post them, I’d miss what I was here to experience.
So here I am, at nearly 1 a.m. local time trying to pound out a blog post before I surrender to sleep, having passed up the opportunity to get food with @sendchocolate & @califmom (which I really needed – haven’t had much in the way of sustenance today despite many catered events.)
Perhaps if I’d actually slept last night, things would be different. But I went to sleep nearly 24 hrs ago, intending to get 4 hours before packing – only to find myself popping awake 2 hours later and incapable of sleeping again due to excitement (tinged with a touch of panic about forgetting something important – I forgot my iPod & my sunscreen.)
The alarm rang at 6 a.m. and my darling GeekDaddy offered to reset it for “another 10 minutes of sleep” which I passed on. Why lie in bed awake longer?
Several hours later, having had a lovely breakfast of Cherry Butter Braid & coffee made by my wonderful husband – we loaded my suitcase and laptop bag in the car, put Buttercup in, dropped her off at Theater Camp and headed for the airport.
I should’ve had another cup of coffee.
While the check-in at curbside went smoothly thanks to GeekDaddy’s steady presence, when I got to the TSA screening, I was so absorbed in remembering to take my laptop out of the bag and put my shoes in the nifty Zappos.com bins that I kind of forgot something. So I walked thru the trusty watch-and-keys-detection gate to have the TSA agent say “whose bag is this?!”
Looking around at the lack of any other possible culprit, I said “mine, I guess?”
“And did you have any liquids?” she asked archlly “um, oh crap, yes…” I replied, realizing that they were still in the front pocket of the laptop bag. “Uh huh, and they would be where?” she asked. “In the front pocket in a quart-sized ziploc that I totally forgot to take out?” I said. “That’s correct,” she said, displaying them for me before saying “have a nice day” and shooing me along. How could I help but say “you’d think I hadn’t done this before, eh?”
The flight was long and hot – there were three (not 1, but 3!) infants under 3 weeks old within 3 rows each of me. They were not happy. They shared their unhappiness with us, and with each other. Somewhat like a round of row-row-row your boat – only with less words and more hysterical crying.
I won’t even go into the state of the San Jose airport.
I should keep typing and tell you all about the cool car (a black PT cruiser) and the drive up. And the hotel. And the shuttle ride to the Kirtsy/Alltop party at Guy Kawasaki’s house. And the party itself. And the rest of the night… But it’s going to have to wait until tomorrow if I can remember it that long. Because my back is killing me and my bed looks comfy.
I’ll finish that up tomorrow. I’m sure you understand. After all… *yawn* Tomorrow is Another Day!