Yesterday, I asked Zoë a crazy question. Something many might not consider putting in the hands of a child still immature enough to decide that she will not go to the bathroom because she just doesn’t wanna.
“Instead of a big birthday party in July, do you want to save up our money and go on a trip in August?”
I have this wild idea. It might be slightly controversial, in fact, but it’s on my mind.
Since I want to travel more, and I want her to travel, and I want to see the Museum of Modern Art, Times Square and many of you, I’m thinking of packing us up for BlogHer.
I wouldn’t attend much, if any, of the conference. I probably wouldn’t be able to dance the night away, or stay up all night with any of my fellow insomniacs like I did last year, but I could see you and hug you and show Zoë a new part of the world, for what looks like under two grand. We could see New York during the day, for two days, and then come home and try to get back to normal.
That might be doable. It might be the chance of a lifetime. All that weighs on it is financial responsibility, scouting for sponsors and Zoë’s interest.
One of those is taken care of already – I just had to say plane, hotel sleepover and Mr Lady.
But what about you? Does anyone wanna hang out with me and Zoë in New York?
