Warning: All of the posts written at blogher are written under the influence so they will be even more incoherent and misspelled than ever.
So I’m here at Blogher and my roommate is always Laura Mayes from The Queso and Kirtsy because she’s awesome and able to put up with me and a very good chaperone except last night she and I and Gabi from Kirtsy and Design Mom decided to sneak out to a quiet dinner and then right in the middle I had a panic attack and I didn’t have my xanax and everyone had to leave because I suck. Then I came back to the room and hid under the desk until the xanax kicked in and I looked over and I was all “Why did Laura bring a play pen?” and it was her fucking suitcase. Like, it’s so big that is has it’s own warning label on it. And Laura’s all “It just says ‘Heavy'” and I’m all “IT HAS MOVING INSTRUCTIONS ON IT. Like ‘Bend with Knees’ and shit” and she’s all “Nuh-uh. Oh wait. Yeah, it totally does”. So I twittered about her enormous suitcase while I was sitting under the desk and I’m all “If I knew how to twitpic I’d take a picture of it but I don’t know how to do that stuff” and Laura’s all “IT’S NOT THAT BIG” and I’m all “It’s like a small canoe” and then she just kind of rolled her eyes but then this morning I crawled in there and I’m all “See. I can fit in here with all the towels and everything from the mini-bar and still have room” and she gave me a look like she couldn’t quite believe I was sitting in her suitcase and also like she couldn’t believe I’d put Bloggess stickers all over it but if anything she should be thanking me because now it’s easier to spot.
She wasn’t really mad though because she’s used to me although she did mention that I was holding like 8 thousand dollars worth of booze but I’m pretty sure if I drink it in her suitcase she has to pay for it. These are the rules of fancy hotels.
Also, if you’re in Chicago come to the People’s Party tonight at the Sheraton. I’m meeting a possible serial killer there and I’m only slightly joking. More later.
Comment of the day: Don’t let a serial killer see that you can easily fit inside a suitcase. It gets them all worked up.~ Fred