Saturday, March 12, 2011
I was at a conference, only at times if felt like I was a kid there with other kids. At meals, it was a bit like worrying about whether you were sitting at a "cool" table in the cafeteria. I had the vague sense that some of my high school girl friends were there, but I hadn't found them. We had one workshop that was in an art studio, with a bunch of artists. Then when it was time to spend the night, we all slept in sleeping bags in the art studio.