As if San Diego weren't enough of a treat!

Tomorrow I head to San Diego for a conference. It's going to be a great learning and networking opportunity.

And, um, did I say it was in San Diego?!?

Of course this is about work, but if you can pack in some pleasure, I think the universe obligates you to. It's good for your soul, and the world as a whole. No?

I fly in early enough Saturday that I get to spend some time with lovely Jane, who now lives in LA, and with whom, once again, I'm going to get a sparkly rhinestone pedicure, and hang out on the beach, and drink beer at our old haunt in Pacific Beach. Yippee!

And then the conference starts that night and Sunday there's a bunch of conference conference blah blah blah.

And then Sunday night! I have the huge pleasure of meeting Slightly Disorganized! I am immensely excited about this!

Contrary to her chosen moniker, however, she seems Very Organized. So then I started thinking, "Crap, if she's that organized, and she thinks she is not, she's going to realize the true chaos that is me."

Because when I asked Nick what he was going to do for five days without me? He got this glazed look on his face and said, "Ohhh, the house is going to be so clean."

Honestly. He looked all dreamy. I think he'll miss me, though. Tidy gets dull after a while.

So anyway, Slightly Disorganized is willing to drive all the way down from Orange County so we can have dinner! I have driven on the 5 plenty and I know precisely how kind this offer is. I feel so lucky!

And I can predict - I am sure of this - that we will feel like old friends catching up. It will be all fun and easy and giggly. Rather than all awkwardly, "Sooo, nice weather and how's the salmon?" kind of conversation.

Anyway, I think I am going to wear this super cute brown Susana Monaco dress that I have. Although maybe I should wear something else that goes better with these really fun new high high gold! platform shoes...which sound tacky but they are not. Or maybe they are a little and I just don't know it because they make me 5'8" and I will do a lot for 5'8"-ness in this life.

I think they're not, though...

But the silliness of this is as follows. As soon as she said she'd happily come down so we could meet and have dinner, I was all, "Oh no! What am I going to wear? Maybe I should buy something? Even though I have plenty of cute dresses and I'm trying to save money at the moment?"

Because you figure someone you know virtually, whose blog you read, who reads yours, would like you for you. But you also want to seem like someone cool that they'd really want to know in person too, you know?

Or is this just silly?