Dear Blog Readers,
It’s not you, it’s me.
I arrived in NYC on Monday and this is the second time I’ve sat down with wifi.
So when today’s keynote speaker mentioned the value of blog subscribers I started hyperventilating. My subscribers. I love you. Don’t leave me. I’m just in this city with huge buildings and all I want to do is walk around smiling at everyone and analyzing their confused faces.
And then there’s the classes that are brilliant and thought-evoking and I want to change the world but I can’t sit down long enough to write about it because after the classes there are networking events and then two of my favorite people ever live down the street. And they like beer pong. And so do I. And the lights are just so shiny and everything is so expensive and fun and then my alarm rings and it’s time to do it all over again. I’m exhausted and hyper all at the same time.
I’ll be home on Monday and true to my introvert nature, I’ll be ready to lock myself in the bear cave I occasionally sleep in and type and type and publish.
I promise I have great things to say about St. Patrick’s Day and cabbies and salsa and John Cusack. Always John Cusack. Microsoft Word just suggested “John Custard,” see, that’s post material. Shit.
Don’t leave me. And if you really miss me. Maybe you should buy this t-shirt.
Except it doesn’t really exist. You know, because I’m busy!