Rock and Roll Lifestyle

I’m posting from the airport where I’m waiting to catch a plane to Australia! I’ve wanted to visit Australia pretty much my entire life, so I’m atremble with glee. Keep an eye on my Flickr account (link at left). I’ll post whenever I’m near an Internet connection.

Also, I’m a wee bit superstitious, and wasn’t aware that my otherwise excellent husband had booked international travel on Friday the 13th. So, uh, if you could keep the plane aloft with your goodwill and happy thoughts, that would rock.

Remember That one Time?

I am sunburned. Heather thinks my Salt Lake City flask is scandalous. You can see the trip photos thus far on my Flickr feed at Maggie Mason. Heather and Heather have photos up as well.

So Excited!

Heather and I are headed to Utah for a much-needed girl vacation. It may be the first time anyone has ever flown into Salt Lake City to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. See you in a bit.

Election Day

Sorry for the silence, I’ve been celebrating Halloween excessively. Also, I just arrived in Boston where everyone is going crazy with election-night party prep. I will be out in the cold with thousands of people who will either be giddy with relief or completely inconsolable. Today gives new meaning to the phrase “anxious anticipation.”

If you haven’t voted, please vote. If you’re not a United States citizen, any chance you could throw some good thoughts, well wishes, or fervent prayers our way? Thanks.

Splashin’ and-a Splashin’

We’re in D.C. staying at the gorgeous, velvety, sunlit Hotel Monaco. The rooms come equipped with animal-print bathrobes, they’ll loan you a goldfish for the duration of your stay, and our suite has a cavernous bathtub. It’s the kind of bathtub that makes you hesitate if you don’t know how to swim, the kind of bathtub that makes you think, “We could fit, like, eleven people in here!”

And so, last night, we hosted a Champagne Bubble Bath Roaming Robe Party. Everyone donned their swimsuits and robes in their rooms, then came back to the suite for a bubble bath.

You never know how ludicrously long your friends’ toenails are until you’re in a bath with them. People, cut your toenails.

Right Away

Things moved faster in Boston than they do in the real world. I arrived in the morning, having taken the red-eye from San Francisco. I dropped my bags at home and came into the office to start my first day at about 8 a.m. By 1 p.m., I’d had four versions of this conversation:

Them: Say, can you tackle this hour-long project?

Me: Sure. I’ll send it to you in an hour or so.

Them: Thanks!

(Twenty minutes later)

Them: Hey, Maggie.

Me: Hey.

Them: Have you finished up that project? Can you email me your results?

Me: Actually, it’s only been twenty minutes since you asked me. I’m still in the middle of it.

Them: Oh… Well send it when you’ve got it, I guess.

Me: (blink blink)

God Bless America

I’ve slept two of the last 48 hours. About an hour ago, I realized that I needed to start concentrating on breathing, because I seemed to be forgetting here and there. Also, I’ve had pizza three meals in a row.

Last night, I flew in on a red eye to Boston. I unpacked my ridiculously large bags, and headed over to the Democratic National Convention headquarters. I’ll be working here for the next month.

SxSW

I won’t be posting again until next Thursday, because I’ll be in Austin for South by Southwest. If you see me there, come say hi. I’ll be the one with Margarita salt all over my face.

Happiest Day

We’re off to honeymoon in Asia, to return on November 1. While I’m away, please visit Mighty Girl for excerpts from my favorite blogs. Thanks for all the kind wishes and support, can’t wait to tell you all about it.