I am not forgetting the other bloggers! I met Karen (who captured a psychotic pic of me - lets blame ArtFibers's back sale room on that photo) and non-blogger but very talented M.C. this weekend while shopping, and then the lovely Silvia and her equally lovely sister Claudia came to a Whoreshoes show at McNally's in Oakland. Claudia, apparently, shares Karen's talent at capturing the side of me that escapes just before I get out the machete, so let me show you my rockabilly hairstyle taken by ME before you look at the picture she got. I'm not that frikken crazy, swear.
And tonight I got to see Marie, which was fabulous. She and her husband are just the sort you want to hang out with. No, really. I didn't even have to try to be funny or witty, I just let them be those things, and I got to relax. Good people. Of course, it's reached the point in blogland where I just don't think about taking pictures. We all got out our Treos and showed each other pictures of our adorable, wonderful cats (three Treos at one table!), but not one of us snapped a shot. Just as well. I'm sleepy and I'm sure in whatever shot was taken I'd look more psychotic than ever.
I'm a little overwhelmed with all I've been doing, as busy as I've been, and not being home, 26 stories up in the air overlooking the city, but it's true that feeling like a tourist so close to home is nice. There's nothing like the humming quiet of a big hotel, with the elevator whooshing right next to the room. Somehow comforting. (Unless you go underwater in the bathtub, when that whooshing sounds like the rumbling beginnings of The Big One. See how fast YOU pop out of the water.)
One more day of training and then I get to go home. Hooray! I feel like spinning.