Going Nowhere
August 28, 2007 – 6:59 am | by nerd's eye viewPrerequisites:
- When I first moved to Seattle, I drove a Citroen 2cv, a funny little French car. I returned it to my ex a little bit before our divorce was final s. There are, I think, no standard parts on that car, every single item has to come from a specialty shop.
- I blog about travel for BlogHer. I attended the BlogHer conference in Chicago this year.
- I made quite an amazing curry for dinner last night. I might have eaten too much of it because it was so delicious. Note: You can substitute tofu for potatoes, it totally works. Yo, locals: today (Tuesday) is a good day to come to lunch at my house. Call me.
You should skip this post if you’re not interested in BlogHer. Read this hilarious thing about Burning Man on McSweeney’s instead.
Our babysitter, Luna, is awesome. She said we don’t need to eat our vegetables, because they represent agronomic tyranny. And she’s taking us to a rave later.
This is a dream I had last night.
It was the end of the conference. Lots of women were milling about the place, saying goodbye. The conference had taken place at a hill town resort sort of place, one of those old fashioned hotels you might see in the movies - a rambling family run place on a lake, up on a hillside, overlooking some forest. The Catskills, or maybe the Adirondacks. Dusty roads connected cabins and outbuildings. I’d parked my 2cv, a cute yellow and burgundy number, on a concrete pad under a shelter. It could have been the place they used to stack the hay when the resort was associated with a working cattle farm.
I was getting ready to leave and had tossed my bags in the back seat of the car. I was wondering where my baseball cap was because the sun was at exactly the right level to clear the visor - without my cap I’d be blinded driving out of there. I stood staring absently at my car, remembered that my cap was in a closet back in the inn. I was trying to decide if I was going to go back and get it. My hesitation was that I did not want to go through the goodbye scene, I just wanted to get going, to be alone. At the bottom of the rise from where I’d parked my car, there was a deal going on. One of the conference organizers was crouched next to the driver’s side of a car, the owner was behind the wheel. They were discussing whether or not she was going to buy the car.
I looked at my car and realized that it had no wheels, it was just sitting on the frame. Someone had stolen the wheels off my car during the time I’d been at the conference. They’d unbolted the lug nuts and made off with the whole wheel, not just the tires. In the distance, I overheard other people talking about how cute my car was and that buying the practical sedan made sense, but my that little 2cv, it’s the cutest thing! I thought to myself, well, I guess I’ll go back and get my baseball cap, I’m going to be here for a whole lot longer now, aren’t I? It was not going to be easy to get new wheels, I was either going to have to leave the car there and find another way out, or stay put until I was able to turn up new wheels.
When I woke up I wondered if I was subconsciously editorializing about my relationship with BlogHer.
