I survived. (And by "survive", note that I mean "just barely by the skin of my teeth.") What I really did was not perish.
‘Twas amazing, ’twas worth two days of hangovers that have allowed my total caloric consumption to equal 120 calories.
That equates to 2 packs of peanuts on the last plane, 60 cals. each, for any who were calculating.
I FINALLY met the lovely Willo in person.
I met the lovely Dooce (and amazingly enough, didn’t accost her and gush just as much as you think I would, though not for her lack of deservedness…the keynote with MFKottke was outstanding.)
I met the lovely Tony Pierce (who may just rival me for best drunk blogger ever)
and Marc of Buzznet (thanks guys!)
and Erik & Daniel of 43 Things who, in just being *THAT COOL* is enough incentive for me to finally update my (long-outdated) 43T list (if not to add them to my permanent internet crush-o-meter that continues to grow. Sigh – brilliant hunks. Adoration galore.)
Yep, it was a lovefest all around, complete with MJ’s signature red kisses everywhere.