My husband drove me to the airport on Thursday, where I met up with my BlogHer roommate, Rita. I had my copy of "Sleep is for the Weak," which she hadn't even seen yet. Her 150 copies for the book signing had been delivered to the hotel.
We were on the same flight but not sitting together, so I read the entire book on the plane and loved it! I highly recommend it, especially for moms. In fact, I'll be giving a copy away here next week, so stay tuned.
Once we got to San Francisco, we checked into the hotel and explored the surrounding blocks a bit. Then Rita had to go to a meeting, so I met up with Suzanne and Alex for a trip to Cheesecake Factory.
When I got back to the hotel, I changed my clothes and got on a shuttle for the Alltop/Kirtsy party at Guy Kawasaki's house. I didn't see anyone I knew on the shuttle (although it turned out that Bossy was back there somewhere), so I sat in the front. It was a long bus ride, made longer by the fact that the driver got lost. The party was lovely, though, and I got to talk to a bunch of old and new friends, including White Trash Mom, who says she is going to start stalking me now.
After that, I made my way to the People's Party, which I found by getting on the elevator and following the sound. Seriously, it was the loudest party I've ever been to. I ran into Schmutzie, Jane, Mocha Momma and lots of other people. (I know I'm being horribly inconsistent when it comes to referring to people by their names vs. their blog names. Sorry.)
When I could no longer take the volume level of hundreds of female voices in a small room, Jane and I went to the lobby and split an order of Kobe beef sliders, which were quite tasty. I stayed up as late as I possibly could trying to get my internal clock shifted over to California time, then crashed around 1:00 a.m.
Tomorrow: The conference, another nice party, and a boat cruise on San Francisco Bay.