I could fill a week's worth of posts recapping my five days spent gallivanting across the entire state of California. I think I just may, actually. Starting tomorrow.
Today, I'm back at work, sifting through 8,000 emails. I left my laptop in Texas to properly relax, which was an excellent idea until this morning when my brain exploded. We landed yesterday afternoon in Austin, and after we weaved our way through the airport, we stumbled out into the 90-degree heat and realized we had no idea where we parked the car. "I think it's on the right side of the lot. Toward the back." We were right about that, turns out. Unfortunately, we were wrong about which lot.
It only took one hour of walking aimlessly around the wrong lot and then getting my bra stuck on a chain-link fence to figure out that when you leave your car in long-term parking, you should probably make a note of the car's location. Also, you should tuck in your bra straps.
Kyle was asleep when I got home, well past 10 p.m., but I went in and watched him sleep for a little while, getting ridiculously choked up at how much he had grown in my five days away from him. This morning he slowly smiled when I went in to get him, as if to say, "Yeah, I know you, but from where. I'm having a hard time placing the connection." Seeing that kid's face after five days of only blurry husband-sent cell-phone pictures was better than any Christmas morning I've ever had.
Mike was a superhero while I was gone, and I can't thank him enough for all he did. I won't even mention how badly the trash in Kyle's room smelled this morning or how many ants were in our kitchen or that funky smell drifting out of the sink. Details. I will mention how damn lucky I am to have family who encourages me to head out of town for a girl's trip/blogging meet-up but who remains the most-missed family in the history of traveling.
To all the girls I met this past weekend at The Blathering: holy crap, you were cool. It was much needed, much anticipated and much fun. I hope it becomes a yearly tradition, and that we drink champagne out of cans, dance in gay bars and suffer through hangovers together for years to come. I also hope you know how much better you make this blogging hobby of mine, by just being you.
I'll be back tomorrow with a video of 15 bloggers dancing in the hip-hop room of a gay bar. That's not a euphemism for anything at all.