It feels pretty good to get out of the house after three days spent hunched over a laptop, writing to deadline. Don't get me wrong, I still love writing for a living. But even I have a limit to how long I can schlep around in stained sweatpants and a ratty sweater trying to think up a clever things to say about bike paths.
Sometimes a girl's just got to get cleaned up, slap on some make up and make a foray back into society.
I even went shopping at a store that wasn't a thrift shop or the discard bag in the OFKAR's closet. And found some perfectly fitting jeans that are not of the mom variety. Booya.
The Spousal Unit and I are heading to the coast on Sunday, which happens to be our anniversary, to spend Thanksgiving and a little quality time with the OFKAR. But I am not coming home after that, oh no. I'm heading directly to Communiqu3 - the third incarnation of our annual blogger convention - this year being held across the border in yet another lovely coastal city.
It's going to be sort of the polar opposite of what I have been doing the past three days.
Speaking of the coast, here's my latest article in BC Musician Magazine. (Sometimes a girl's got no choice but to stretch a segue till it screams.)