Oh, friends, how I love New York. I love it even more when my reason for going there is to hang out with old friends, meet new ones, dance wearing glowing plastic jewelry, and eat.  Really, what more could one ask in a weekend?

I have this disease, which I affectionately call “age,” which causes me to forget things, and so rather than compile what I think is an exhaustive list of the delightful people I saw and met, which would certainly result in inadvertent forgetting of one or more followed by feelings of guilt and remorse, I will just say: BlogHer was, for me, even better than last year.  And I had the parties-only pass, so did not go to any sessions.  That should tell you something about my priorities, right there.

But OH MY STARS am I tired now.  Steve Ross and I were doing some yoga this morning and Steve said “my don’t we have a lot of energy this morning!” and I said “fuck you, Steve,” out loud, just like that, and then I realized that I was inverted in a downward dog talking to a man on the teevee, and concluded that maybe I should go to bed earlier today.  Does 7pm seem too early?  Because it sounds positively blissful to me.