I am in San Francisco, and I am happy to report that there has been no crashing of the planes or trembling of the earth. I am sitting in a gorgeous, 1920’s-era hotel, with my sore feet propped up, and (for real!) there is an honest-to-goodness cable car clanging just outside my window. It is lovely for the ambiance, but perhaps not so good for the sleeping. We’ll see.
Today was as full a day as I’ve had in a long time. I was up and not-quite-at-’em by 4:30 for mine and Melanie‘s early morning flight. After many hours of flying, including a layover in Los Angeles in which Sheryl Crow and Elvis Costello boarded our plane (no, not really, but they looked a lot like Sheryl Crow and Elvis Costello, and it was, after all, Los Angeles, and anything could happen, couldn’t it?), we finally landed in San Francisco.
We had exactly five minutes to scarf down some Mexican food before a mad dash to the hotel. You know what? The words "mad dash" and "Mexican food" should not appear in the same sentence. Especially when one’s first destination is a very fancy shmancy video interview with 5 Minutes For Mom, and the burping of guacamole would be somewhat less than professional.
In our first hours in San Francisco, we had six–count ’em, SIX–events of the social variety. Considering that my idea of a big night is renting two–count ’em, TWO–DVDs from Blockbuster, this was a little overwhelming. There was talking and networking and chatting and OH, I have shmoozed until my shmoozer is positively broken. But I have met some lovely ladies, among them the 5 Minutes for Mom girls, Arianne from To Think Is To Create, Anne Glamore from My Tiny Kingdom, Steph from Adventures In Babywearing, and The CrockPot Lady.
And we’re only just getting started.
Tomorrow after lunch is the panel discussion I’m participating in, on MommyBlogging: Public Parenting and Privacy, and I’m hoping to be able to post a summary as soon as I can.
See you then.