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Recovering from BlogHer

I just spent the past four days at the BlogHer conference hanging out with a bunch of cool women who like to overshare online. Some I met online first, so now I always think of them by their aliases, like Sassafrass, Xiaolin Mama, and bossy, and others I met IRL before reading them like Glennia, Charlene, and Danielle. And of course I was joined at the hip to my BFF Stefania, aka the famous Citymama who had a book signing during the conference! I'm so proud of her!

All wicked smart, and good writers, and everyone is incredibly supportive, even when it's a bad idea, like getting two drinks at once.

My favorite part was that Stefania stayed with me for the whole long weekend. She sums up the conference perfectly, like she always does. Also, that's a picture of her saying "shit," on camera. In a pink Momocrats trucker hat. How fucking cool is she? Love it!

The Prius Conundrum

Chief and I drive a Prius. Yes, we are white people.

It's no drag racer, with its little hamster powered electric engine. But it's comfortable and has cup holders (unlike our past two German cars.) It's practical for driving around the City, where you don't ever need to go more than 40 mph. Plus we like the magic technology that makes it better for the environment than driving some big SUV or as Chief puts it, "Another Fucking Dodge Planet."

Sadly, the magic technology means that the battery goes dead if you don't drive it enough. In our experience, based on the car dying five times in the past two months, enough must be defined as "daily."

You read that right. Our environmentally friendly car must be taken out and exercised, like a Great Dane that lives in a studio apartment, every single day.

There is a terrible irony there. Sadly I don't have time to expound upon it because the guy is here to jump start the car, and then we have to drive around until the battery is charged up. Again.

My Car Has Nooks and Crannies

This starts with Kahlua Pork.

For Chief's birthday we brought in Hawaiian food. Our big plan was to get it all from Hukilau, on the corner of Masonic and Geary, but at the last minute I found out they were busy with a giant poke-fest the day of our party. I needed a Plan B, pronto.

Fortunately we are in SF and there are several Hawaiian places. Unfortunately, some of them suck. After polling my food expert friends, Ono Hawaiian Grill was deemed acceptable. This was a relief because by now it was Party Day Minus Two.

Ono Hawaiian Grill was a good Plan B because it fit into my bigger strategy, in terms of location. I was able to:

• leave the house two hours before the party
• drive out to the mall where this Hawaiian Burger King is situated
• swing around to Clement Street where I picked up the best.cake.ever from Schubert's, and still
• be home in time to obsessively retouch my eyeliner and fear that no one was coming to the party

Perfection! Oh, except for one thing.