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Saturday, July 28, 2007 Me, Me, Me, BlogHer, Travel

Here we are, at the tail end of the BlogHer conference, and what a long, strange trip it’s been.

It’s been a little odd yet completely refreshing to have absolutely no work obligations at the conference, and to be free to come and go as I please, stopping only to shower key people with business cards, giving a wink and a smile that conveyed, “I DESPERATELY NEED WORK.” I think it should yield some interesting results.

One of the finest was a friendship struck up with Dr. Val Jones, Senior Medical Editor at Revolution Health. My stepfather has known her professionally for several years and thought that we’d get along very nicely. Phil says he just wanted to put us in a room together and see who got a word in edgewise. She is my long-lost twin. Only, more educated. And smarter. And employed. And a lot of fun to be with. She, Phil and I just came back from a lovely dinner at Coco Pazzi with her, and we are struggling to keep our eyes open after duck and Tartufo. Yummm-mmy.

It was a bit different from last night, which consisted of dinner with my brother and sister-in-law, my uncle, and the two of us at Gibson’s where they served Phil a mortifyingly huge thirty-ounce prime rib. Who eats thirty ounces of ANYTHING? We were aghast. But I’m sure everyone had the presence of mind to tuck that story away to be dragged out at family gatherings for the next dozen or so years.

After that, we met my best friend and another old friend from grammar school at the bar across the street, which was fine, but then we decided to push it with a visit to The Underground Wonder Bar, where Debbie knew the owner, who was also the musical entertainment. Sure, she sang a bit but there was a swerving interlude featuring Quincy Bones, “The Bones Man,” who proceeded to dance wildly while playing percussion on bones. Real bones. I think one of them still had his ex-wife’s wedding ring on it.

It actually would have been fun, and was, right up to the moment when Debbie claimed that I was having a birthday and I was forced to sit in a chair at the stage and have shots poured down my throat along with a dollop of whipped cream. Yes, thank you. You’re welcome. *shudder*

You could never pay me enough to post most of the pics from last night, but I do have a few, and then I need to get to sleep. We’re going to see Debbie and her little girl tomorrow, and hang out at Oak Street Beach.