6 am: Damn alarm! I can’t get up now. I don’t do this anymore.
7am: Cab! I’m going to the Convention Hall. It’s about Blogging. Blank stare. Let’s just say a conference about how women and technology are taking over the world. Yes. That’s right. You’ll be extinct soon.
8am: Is she really saying welcome with a smile on her face? What kind of pixie dust did she snort this morning? How long do we have to sit here? Where’s my phone?
12pm: Need food, iced tea, cigarette- not necessarily in that order.
2pm: This is a breakout session? Does it come with a massage?
4pm: What now? Where? At 6? Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding!
So, off I go, because even when I am registered, have paid, and am committed to attending gatherings (eye roll) I always make time to smell the roses…
|All photo’s from
Chicago’s Lakeside neighborhood