BlogHer is this weekend. Given that I registered months ago and have a hotel room and even ordered business cards, I really shouldn’t be surprised. But, shit, that really snuck up on me.
Let’s see here:
- Sitters for Friday – check
- Carpools to drop the boys at camp – check
- Legs waxed – check
- Ticket – check
Now I just need to pack, look at the agenda, enter all the cell numbers I’ve gathered into my phone, type out instructions for the babysitters, figure out where the hell I put my business cards, schedule Zach’s birthday outing, and finish revisions on the book. By Thursday night. Because I head into the city early Friday morning. Which reminds me: I need to look at the bus schedule and figure out which subway to take to get to the Hilton.
What I haven’t done and most likely just won’t do is make plans with people. I’m supposed to do that, right? Like make dinner plans and shit. But I haven’t. Because I haven’t really looked at the times of all the events. And I’m not sure what to wear to the parties. Is the Gala the LBD event? Or is the next night? To which can I wear jeans and a sassy top? Not that I’m all that sassy these days.
No, really, I’m asking.
If you’re going to BlogHer, please email me with your cell number, OK? And I’ll send you mine, in case you’re making dinner plans.
And this is what I look like:
If you see me wandering around the lobby of the Hilton, looking as though I’m not quite sure what to do with myself without at least one child tugging at my arm, please say “hi.”
I do plan to go running early Saturday morning, should anyone wish to join me.