That garbage can isn’t yours, it was here when we moved in.

Am I the only person on earth who doesn’t get this Blogher thing? If I had the time to go to San Francisco this summer (and I don’t, sigh), the last thing I would want to do is stay in a sterilized hotel room and hang around a bunch of sterilized conference rooms and auditoriums and things. And party with a bunch of people I barely know. Do not get me wrong. I think the Internet community that has built up around the so-called “mommy bloggers” and all the rest is great. But I’m not sure that it always translates into long-lasting face-to-face relationships for everyone. There’s nothing worse for me than to be in a room full of cackling strangers and have to make friends. Yikes! In fact, it’s hard enough for me to be in a room of friends and relations. Like Fish Night at the Cozy Inn. I just do *not* do small talk well. So if you think this blahg is boring, just wait until you meet me in person! I’ll be the wallflower with the stupid smile on my face.

If I had time to go to San Francisco this summer (and I don’t, sigh), I would want to walk the streets of San Francisco, up and down the hills. I would want to eat homemade avocado sandwiches for lunch. I would want to go to Point Reyes again. Or some of the beaches I didn’t get to the last time because there just wasn’t enough time. I would want to crash on Lizard Breath’s couch at night. I’ve been talking to her and sometimes *at* her for 23 years now. And therefore I think it is probably okay with her if I don’t always have anything coherent to say.

Oh, and, this time, I would definitely wear flowers in my hair. If I could get them past airport security here in the hardland of DTW.

One Response to “That garbage can isn’t yours, it was here when we moved in.”

  1. isa Says:

    love you mama, i hope you *can* come visit soon…