We are finally finally FINALLY home from Los Angeles. It was a whirlwind trip, punctuated by a lot of highs and lows. Traveling with a toddler, it turns out, is fuckin' HARD.
Isn't that the understatement of the century?
Jack did really well, considering. He slept most of the second leg on the way there, and then the entire first one on the way back. The last flight, however, he turned into monster baby. I don't even want to talk about it. I can't believe my sweet angel would play me like that. Ugh. The good thing is, I think I managed to keep him on East Coast time, because he has been pretty good with sleep since we returned last night around 2 am. I guess that was "this morning." I shouldn't be blogging! I should be sleeping. See how much I love you guys?
I am still itching to tell you the news. I briefly blogged about it a few weeks ago, but removed it at the request of the TV showe I am supposed to be appearing on. I think it's ok for me to say I am going on TV, so there you have it.
We famous, bitches!
It is a strange feeling, because I have been talking about it lot. Friends, family, even strangers. A common reaction is for people to freak out- "that's so COOL!" They get really excited then they realize that the reason it is happening is my cancer. You can see the thoughts flash across their faces as they realize they may have committed some kind of faux pas. Too bad they don't know me that well, like you guys. Ha! I will talk about anything! I am shameless! And I am pretty sure that having cancer would have happened with or without my cool trip to Los Angeles. So, I will take it.
In LA, we were like a couple of freaken Kardashians! Traveling in black cars, getting cool hotel upgrades. As it turned out, they put us in sort of a lame room. It was tiny and smelled weird. But the morning after we filmed the show (more on that later,) we met the COO in the elevator. For once, my big mouth got me out of trouble instead of into it. I made some comment about how his floor (12) was probably really nice, and how my room didn't have a view. He offered to trade with us! At first I was like um no that's ok, thinking he was some kind of weirdo. But then he said it again and Jim was like well ok, lets switch. This guy gets off the elevator and is telling the bellhop to get us a better room with a view, and he's all "ok, Mr. Blass, no problem, Mr. Blass...." Finally, I'm like, who is that? And he says, he runs the whole hotel.
Cue that Beyonce song thats all: Lemme Upgraaade Ya.
We had a good time. I am going to put this post up but go back and edit with some photos, tomorrow when I have the chance to sync my phone.
We also got to go to a Ghiardelli ice cream parlor, which was heavenly. Detox diet for real needs to start this week, because we ate so much crap.
Talk tomorrow, kittens. For now I am like: