Actually, I do not know of any rumors, about my demise or otherwise.
I just do not know if I have ever been gone from blogging this long before.
Anyway, I am back from New Orleans--just got home. I have been gone since early Wednesday.
I learned a lot at my conference, worked long days and did lots of homework, met some great lawyer chics, had dinner with Tiffany, went to some famous restaurants, learned that I should not drink things called Hand Grenades (really, no one should--bad things ensue) or Sky Labs, which are dangerously tasty, rode a mechanical bull--hurt my hip dancing, stayed out so late, the sun almost came up on me, was almost thrown off the airport shuttle, had not one but two run-ins with blow-up dolls, saw more boobs than I ever have seen in my life....
and some other stuff.
I called Barry to meet me on my layover in Nashville, but turned out he was at my house. I am still not sure how that happened. I sat next to a famous person on the airplane.
I hope I did not gain back all the weight I have dropped in the last couple of weeks--I was down about 13 pounds, and I am dreading getting on the scale in the morning. I was not horrid, but not good.
I am terrified to look at the pics from our really rowdy nite out--but I will suck it up and do it, and if there is anything not humiliating, I will share them.