Now for something a touch more introspective

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Waking up the morning after always feels like a bad idea.

I had a dream that there was a flaming meteor three feet in diameter and it was headed straight for my head; it missed me but came in through the window of the house next door. I think the aural influence of the 101 ramp might be to blame for that one.

Before that dream, I was sleeping the very deep sleep of the very drunk. The embarrassingly-chatty-turned-dead-tired variety. I seem to remember sending a few misspelled and maudlin e-mails, and also that taking off my clothes was way too difficult, as was figuring out how to post to my blog.

I feel almost contrite this morning. I want to apologize for my awkwardness, and my rudeness, and my horrible sailor’s mouth. I want to apologize for my boneheaded Midwesternness, which always overrides any fragments of East Coast I may have when I drink. (When I drink, I let slip the occasional “reckon” and “yonder” and get hankerings for chicken wings, in addition to being simply shocked at things that are not shocking).

I also would like to apologize to the State of California for smoking cigarettes. I get the impression, California, that you would rather like me to quit, no? I will try. For you, I will try.

Last night I met Mothergoosemouse, and Mom101, both of whom were awesome but whom I couldn’t find again; also the rocking Jenijen of NotCalm dot com, Mary Tsao, Mandajuice, JenB and her tonic, Denise and TW, Karianna, Laid Off Dad, the author of Use Your Words whose name escapes me (Note: It’s Kathy); some BlogHims I probably annoyed because I was very intoxicated and commented brashly on their, ah, maleness; and special sightings of Dutch and Juniper and, of course, Heather Armstrong.

And fifty million more people after that. I would also like to apologize for my utter lack of manners and social skills and the fact that I can’t seem to reply to comments or e-mails as fast as I would like (or at all).

I really do wish you all were here.

July 29, 2006 | Filed Under Blogher

Comments

4 Responses to “Now for something a touch more introspective”

Denise on July 29th, 2006 10:54 am

Use Your Words is Kathy Snead, we just call her Snead.

I’m not quitting for California. Actually it was California that caused me to start smoking again, after 13 years. So FUDGE California and their non-smokers!
Matt on July 29th, 2006 2:35 pm

Gosh, you’re apologetic. Sounds like you need more practice at this blind drunk thing…wanna stop in Cowbus on your way back?
mothergoosemouse on August 2nd, 2006 7:34 pm

Supa, I so wish that we’d managed to connect again during the conference. It was a mob scene.

Be assured that I will stalk you when I finally make it back east for a visit, and we will both act like Midwesterners together.
Kari on August 5th, 2006 3:12 pm

Thanks for the shout out! I wish we had more time to hang out, too. It was quite the mobfest. But I’ll be back in 2007 once I’ve caught up on my naps.