It has begun.  There are only 9 days until the BlogHer conference, and, in Chase language, that means it's time to start having nutball dreams.

You know, those same dreams you had right before school started where you were running around looking for the right classroom and then a phone starts ringing but you can't find it so you start looking in lockers but when you finally find the right one you can't open it because you forgot the combination so you try to find your friends to help you and run into the classroom and look down and see you're completely naked and holding a chia pet?

Not that I've had that dream.

And I wouldn't have a chia pet anyway. Come on, get real.

Last night was filled with BlogHer dreams.  First, we were all in Vegas instead of SanJose (yeah, like any of us would actually make it to a conference if we held it in Vegas).

I missed the meet-and-greet because I decided to help the hotel staff in the garden and lost all track of time.  Then, when I finally realized I was running late, I had dirt ALL over my clothes and had to run back to my room and change.  And *gasp* guess what?  That's right...I'd forgotten to bring extra clothes with me.  The only other shirt I could find was about 3 sizes too small and said "I [HEART] WRITERS" on the front.

Don't think I didn't sport it like a champ. Because I totally did.

As I'm running back to the hotel lobby, I get lost and run out some doors, where there's a guy dressed up in a knight costume and he grabs me, laughing, like it's part of the Vegas charm or something...and he WON'T. LET. GO.  

"Dammit, I don't have time for this - I'm running late to pick up my BlogHer name tag!!!"

So I finally  find the right place and the long check-in table.  But, of course, all I can do is ask everyone, "Where's Mom101?!"

(seriously.  sorry Liz.  I wish I was joking)

I can't find Mom101, but I did find my name tag.  But, like I expect, it has my real full name.  So, like any rational human being, I scribble all over the beautiful name tag, writing "CHASE" all over it.  It looks like a 2-year-old did it, it's so sloppy.

Classy, I know.

I never did make it to the conferences.  I was either looking for the right room or sitting in the lobby watching tv.   And, much to my dismay, I never found Mom101.

Good lord, all you BlogHers are in for it.

Anyone else?

Dreams? Anyone? 

No?  Fine. *pout*