In less then 24 hours I leave my children, my husband, and my canine kids to go to Chi town to hang out & room with a bunch of chicks I have never met before. I have been going through the ups and downs of high school nervosa again & again however my fears were put at ease when two blogging chicks on a roat trip to the conference met up with me at our restaurant. We wined & dined with some other kick ass blitches (blogger+ well you know...), Alexa, Michelle V, and Allison and ended up having a really cool time. Devra & Sarah really eased my bullshit psychosis and I must admit I feel pretty good about the experience I am about to embark on. Thanks hot mammas.
Today is my packing day. But it is so NOT working. All I can think of is leaving C-money & Biggie Smalls. And all I want to do is kiss them and eat them and take them to Cedar Point so I can watch them dance like pixies in (what is probably) really gross lake water:
We are so those parents. You know the ones who let their 1 yr. old dance in the middle of an amusement park in her diaper.
I know that I am going to have a fanfuckingtastic time. I am going to meet 5.7 million cool blogger chicks, I am going to travel to a city I have never been too, and I am actually going to learn a little bit about the thing that has been such a significant part of my life over the past five years. The blogness. I am also really looking forward to eating at Publican, a Paul Kahan restaurant that has been highly recommend by my friends Michael & Liz. I just spent the last 20 minutes looking at their menu and I all I can muster is a na na nah. Delish.
With all of the above to look forward it is really kind of hard to feel sad about leaving. I know that my heart is going to be crushed when I walk into the airport leaving my kids behind but I also know that I deserve this trip. I have poured my life into my babes and I know now that I am ready for a breather. This will also be the first time in 5 years that I have left the Chef on my own. Usually he's the one who's off gallivanting across the country not myself. I have a sneaking suspicion that he is probably more nervous than I am. He's a silly Chef. And I so heart him.
Making babies since 2005
So yeah off I go. To a city that I have never been too. Let's hope what happened with NYC* doesn't happen with Chicago.
Speaking of NYC there was a random Chef sighting in the City....
*I went to NYC once on a whim and didn't come back for 2 years.