I've changed my mind.  Blogher isn't like the first day of high school.  It's like being a TRANSFER student changing high schools mid-year, the week before prom. 

It took us a hundred years to arrive yesterday, but we are finally here.  It was ugly to say the least (like we don't know that "there's lots of turbulence, so I'll have to keep the seat belt sign on for 3 hours" and then there is no turbulence, is only a ploy so the flight attendants can yack it up in the back, and then read the latest US Weekly and yell at people to sit the hell back down). 

So when we got here, we just cruised the lobby bar to see what was going on.  There were groups of 10, everywhere, and everyone knew each other.  How the hell am I ever going to get a date to the prom? 

We got to our room, the boy promptly ripped off his diaper and peed on the floor.  He then ran over to the door, opened it and tried to head down the hall.  I think he's gonna be a rager in college.

But in the true spirit of this being like high school, my sister just asked me for deodorant.

And I forgot mine. 

Brush?

Nope, forgot that too.

If you are at blogher, I'll be the one wearing the "Stay At Home Blogger" t-shirt and smelling faintly of funk by the end of the day. 

We were this lame in high school too.