I’ve proved a minor hypothesis: no matter how early one starts packing in advance, one will pack until the very last second. My difficulty is compounded by having to bring two outfits for two events that will bookend my trip to Seattle: this event and this event.

Here is a very 2000s story. I started reading the blog of Evany several years ago just by happenstance; her site was listed as a favorite by Rob [whose site I began following after searching for a good papier-mache recipe.] Evany happens to be related to someone I used to work for, so she and I been casually and sporadically corresponding over the years. I also started reading the blog of Evany’s friend Jill. Evany and Jill seem to exist in a parallel universe to mine; we have some mutual friends; we’ve lived in the Bay Area for major amounts of overlapping time; we’re in the same age range. Huh. But unless there is a repressed memory in there somewhere, there has never been a face-to-face.

So, Evany has a book out and will be reading at this benefit, and Jill is going to be there too and well, I finally get to meet them. It’s hard to shake the oddest feeling, though, of knowing both of them really well [which of course I don’t], knowing they don’t know me at all [which of course they don’t]. I just hope I don’t blurt out some Tourettes-like blogtoids about themselves at them, or spill anything on them, or engage in any unseemly behavior that they might blog about. Not to mention there will be drinks and minor celebrities there too.. add a couple magnets and fish and we’ve got some apprehension here.

And now, of course, I have a blog, too, so they are going to enter my alterna-bloga-universe. Crazy art-life-blog-infinite loop!!