Friday, July 28, 2006
Where I Wish I Was
I AM SO FREAKING SAD RIGHT NOW I MIGHT DIE.
OK, no, I'm not gonna die. In fact, if I'm honest with myself, I have to admit that it's very, very good that I'm safe at home. Because, for instance, that pictured stroll down the promenade with Women-Who-Are-Nearly-Goddesses? I couldn't do it. I've been so violently sick today, and in so much pain, that this event would have been a misery for me, and I'd have missed most of it. So I'd have had the joy of going through exactly what I'm going through now, only feeling MORE miserable because of the wasted airfare and hotel cost. *sigh*
Oh, and I want Mrs. Kennedy's outfit. I'm hoping someone got pictures of the whole thing.
And I would have kissed JenB's whole face by now, multiple times, no doubt.
Anyway, I have to force myself to stop looking at the BlogHer pictures for a while, or I'll just descend into total sadness and despair. Except...one thing that does make me laugh is that, no matter whose flickr set you're looking at, there is bound to be at least one, and probably more, pictures of Mocha in it. I'm imagining her bat-like hearing homing in on the whine of a digital camera's auto-focus, then tossing her hair, and just *materializing* her beautiful self in front of the camera. I can just imagine coming home and unloading my 1G memory stick, and asking, "When did I take SO MANY pictures of Kelly?"
And Mocha? She made me bullets. I love her.
Ladies, I SO wish I were there with you. I am sad.