decompression + rehydration: post blogher recovery

I am considering every piece of fruit I put in my mouth and every ounce of water I sip this week a small note of apology to my body for, just, everything that happened since Thursday.

It. Was. Awesome.

First there was BlogHer, an incredible experience that I'll be writing about in more detail in the next few days (with photographic evidence!) and then, the epic 36 hours I spent with Harry painting the town fuchsia chartreuse Security Level Orange. I got back to Memphis around 11:30 last night, exhausted and suffering from a serious case of travel bloat that, not surprisingly, has lasted well into this evening. My legs feel like tree trunks. I HAVE CANKLES. This is not a drill, people. Really, I think I probably consumed more sodium in two days than I typically do in a month, so I suppose I can't blame my body for revolting.

Secret Confession No. 1 (of many): This trip totally made me pine for New York again. But it's easy to pine for the West Village and Magnolia Bakery and drinking fancy cocktails in Chelsea until five in the morning. It's easy to pine for public transportation when you're taking a single train line to a single destination, from one point somewhere in the middle of Manhattan to another. It makes it hard to remember the reality of my life here, because instead I remember why I wanted so badly to live here in the first place. But since I hadn't been able to figure that out for a good year and a half, it was a nice memory to dwell on for at least one weekend.

I met no less than four celebrities over the weekend -- including the guy who plays the sun in the Jimmy Dean commercials -- AND you can make that five if you're willing to count the time when I was in Kleinfeld's bridal store standing two inches from Nicole, the director of sales, and hissing at Harry, "THAT'S NICOLE! SHE GOT PROMOTED FROM ALTERATIONS!" (If you didn't understand any of that, a.) you're not a single woman, or b.) if you are, you are a stronger woman than I when it comes to the potent combination of reality television and weddings. Congratulations. I envy your sanity.)

But those stories and more will all have to wait, because me and these tree trunks are going to bed. Because y'all, I got a look at this travel-bloated face this morning and DAMN. I need some beauty sleep.

cheers,
elizabeth