All in gerunds! (Side note: it still gives me great pleasure to think about how I was laid off from one of my first paid editorial gigs for overuse of gerunds. It’s telling that, at the time, I didn’t even know what a gerund was. HA!)

  • Singing one word of karaoke in the RVIP. The one word was Xanadu. Over and over. Plus I think I sang the word “in” a couple times.
  • Getting a sunburn while chewing over authenticity, oversharing, politics, rapture, transparency, agents, etc with Baratunde.
  • Having the opportunity to share this story at Fray Cafe.
  • Enjoying a fabulous dinner with The Hearns at a chain restaurant that shall not be named.
  • Hours of late night chatter with Alison in the 2-acre king sized bed we shared
  • People watching at Mohawk
  • Sleeping 9 hours almost every night. (Sleep deprivation stopped being glamorous for me around 1998.)
  • Smelling like dryer sheets with James
  • Finally getting to meet a whole ass-load of people who remember reading my website when it looked like this.
  • Mis-recognizing Jenville (I knew her face, saw the black bob and thought “Is that Diablo Cody in town for SXSW Film?”)
  • Sitting on the floor for 20×2 — which had an enforced two-minute time limit that I really appreciated
  • Pulling faces during a photoshoot with Rannie.
  • Finally using Twitter the way it was intended.

I took approximately 10 photos, half of which didn’t turn out. I also managed to stay out of many other people’s photos, which makes me feel like I lucked out since everyone joked about “What happens at SXSW stays on Flickr.” Be glad there are no photos of me, bug-eyed and sweating during hour 8 of that late night alcohol/caffeine binge.

I head back home today, and then will be deliciously unplugged tonight with the fabulous wünderspousen.