This weekend I was in San Francisco to eat and meet for the Foodbuzz Festival. I ate everything, including perfect chiccarones (salty, sweet, with a touch of spicy). They crunched and melted at the same moment. I met bloggers I love to read (who are also much much much taller in real life) and had so many conversations that I think will help me grow as a writer/photographer/food obsessor (too many to link to), and I’m missing EVERYONE. It was like being in a giant room with people just like me, except way more talented. It was like a dream sequence in a Thursday night sitcom. How will I go back to real life? Just to try to ruin our weekend, we had stuff stolen from us, from our hotel room. We spent hours worrying about our safety, realizing what else was gone, dealing with incompetent staff, and waiting for police.
Damaris came back a laptop lighter.
We also came back heavier. I brought back
- 2 bags of swag
- 1 bag of Ikea
- 60 oz of milk
- a pocketful of business cards
- a brain filled to the brim with ideas
- 5 lbs around the middle area
I’m thinking I’ll become an Asian jogging gluten-free dieting macaron-baking video mommy blogger who specializes in cake-pop bentos with a little bit of food scientist on the side.
2 out of 10 niches is all I can handle, I guess.
I also came home to a tired and perfect husband, humid weather, bathroom cockroaches, slow service, and frumpy dress-standards paired with rubber slippers.