I was picked up at the airport by two people I've never met, who agreed to let me tag along after I tweeted about a need for a ride. We've officially dubbed this practice "twitchiking". I don't recommend it . . . thought it turned out very well for me. Even though I was still holding that bag up to my mouth when they met me. Lucky for me they let me in the car anyway. (Thank you Allison and Riley).
Then I met up with two other people I've never met, who I'm sharing a hotel room with. Again, something I don't recommend: sleeping with people after you meet online. But again, working out well. (Thank you Heather and Melissa).
Heather, Me, and Not Melissa (Shannon)
I am have a blast with group of fun, smart women. We've had intense conversations about loss and sex and faith and lame PR pitches. After our sessions today, a group of us went to a karoake bar for some of the best people-watching I've seen in a long time. David Lynch has nothing on Utah.
What's that one about 12 Mormons, 3 Christians, and a non-practicing Jew walking into a bar . . . ?
Fun night. I miss my kids. Speaking on blogging and faith tomorrow, and home on Sunday. Hopefully with a less bumpy ride.









