BlogHer '11
Little Cuter and I hobnobbed with the best of them this weekend. We found a girl for her brother (you know who you are!) and spent hours surrounded by a host of women who completely got it , whatever it was at the moment. We were inspired and uplifted and heartbroken and loved. It was just about perfect. I wished that Christina had recovered from her wound and was able to join me. She'd have loved the hoopla and the attention and most of all she'd have loved the swag. I mean, really, what's not to love about cow pants: There were, as always when you travel, some pieces that didn't go just right, but it was hard to complain when the temperatures were in the 70's and the sun was shining and the breeze was blowing and those crispy white fish street tacos were on the table in front of us. Everything was very very very very very... well, you get the picture, far away from everything else. Kinda sorta like we used to say that everything at Cornell was uphi...