All right chickens.
I’m back in action.
I made it home.
I’m barely alive.
However, in a lucky twist of fate, it’s a long weekend, so I plan on recovering and returning in short order to my normal life.
If I can remember where I left it.
Our event was a great success, Boston was awesome, and I slept roughly 20 hours in five days.
There’s nothing like really finding out what your limits are, right?
Mine are, apparently, 4 hours of sleep a night, all the pop music in the land, 12 hours a day on my feet, twice-daily snacks of chips, and several gallons of Red Bull.
I’m off the energy drinks now, chickadees.
After hanging out with my team all week, tweeting like a maniac about the conference, dancing at every opportunity, and ending one particularly good night by eating pizza out of a box in a parking structure (don’t worry, there was a picnic table. It was a very civilized experience), I was more than ready to board a plane and head back to the Windy City.
If I had stayed one more day, it’s possible that I would have needed some kind of rehabilitation.
But I wouldn’t trade that crazy week for any other.
Here’s to two more days of quiet, water, and vegetables.
I’ll let you know how this one shakes out.