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    Aug222011

    A Sunday Afternoon

    "Laughter is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one place." ~Josh Billings
    Photo via Laurie White (http://www.flickr.com/photos/rubyshoes/)

    This day wasn't supposed to be this way. I was to be half way across the country when this photo was taken. Sitting in a window seat, possibly passed out, stomach full of shitty airport food that would give me the...wait for it...shits. Instead I was in Ocean Beach. Doing this. With them. Instead, feeling those end of BlogHer pangs and a full on hangover, I decided to stay that extra night. Perhaps if I stayed it wouldn't be over? Those four days go so quickly don't they? On Wednesday night you find yourself texting to see who wants a quick nightcap and on Friday you can't move three feet without hugging, stopping, chatting. "How are the kids?" "How was the move?" we catch up and say "see you later" in hopes that there will be a later. The later is comes well after 11 with cheeseburgers and way too many drinks. I always want to say goodbye properly but I never do. It's a rush and at once everyone who is there is now gone. So one more night, I told myself. On the way back to my room I spotted a party, saw Laurie at the bar and busted out with my bravado, and "Don't you know who I am?" Of course it was the Clever Girls so I was welcomed with open arms and open bar. At the end I thought I might be intruding on Sarah and Laurie's final day in San Diego. I casually asked of their plans and they mentioned something about Ocean Beach. I briefly hesitated because...I don't know...even though I had just pulled the "I'm Heather fucking Barmore" card, I felt like they were inviting me out of pity. I went along anyway for it couldn't be that bad to put away beers for the afternoon, eat fish tacos and walk out to what seemed to be the end of the world.

    In the first 30 minutes I laughed so hard that I ended up with a painful headache. I was afraid to laugh again because of the pounding and the way my cheeks felt as if they were pulled taut across my face. I clenched my stomach and I wouldn't allow Laurie to speak unless I had finished a full sip. We returned back to the Marriott, which was now largely empty but there were familiar faces. I told Deb how the afternoon had went. How I laughed more than I had in ages and how I thought my death would be eminent or at least the vomiting up of aforementioned fish tacos because I could not stop. And she replied with this: "That's good. It should hurt to be that happy." It did and I was. Thanks for the adventure ladies.

    Photo via Laurie White (http://www.flickr.com/photos/rubyshoes/)
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    Reader Comments (5)

    Exactly as a conference adventure should be.

    August 22, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAmanda

    I am so glad you came with us. It was a perfect afternoon.

    August 22, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSarah

    Good friends and perfect weather are so worth getting home a day later.

    August 22, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAngie [A Whole Lot o

    I've told you already, but just loved this day.

    And just to be very, very clear: if Sarah and I didn't want someone to go with us to that very enjoyable place, we just would have said goodbye and left. We're straightforward (separately and together) that way. So know always that we very much wanted you around. xo.

    August 22, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLaurie

    ok reading this post made me smile. you described that last-day-of-an-awesome-conference feeling perfectly. sarah and laurie rock.

    August 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJustice Fergie

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