I was in NYC this week for a conference and a cool work gig with the inimitable Mom-101.
And the good New Yorker that she is, she showed me an amazing time - which included but was not limited to real live music in the subway;
They only cost me one dollar (Who said NYC was expensive?)
a real live pair of boobs and their hooker in an elevator; (I don't even want to know how much a night with her would have cost).
And a fancy pants hotel penthouse, complete with Paris Hilton. Well, she wasn't in the penthouse, but she tried to leave the hotel and held up our attendees.
So yes, we can officially blame Paris Hilton for delaying the start of our presentation.
Gratuitous fancy pants hotel penthouse view picture
And present we did, about some cool new home office products to a group of eager, engaging, and enthusiastic magazine writers and bloggers.
Well, I imagine that at some time in their life they might be eager, engaging, and enthusiastic, because aside from the Daily News reporter who told later told Liz that no one had any questions because we were so engaging in his sleep (seriously, the dude was snoozing on the blue velvet couch while Liz talked about surge protectors - the nerve!), they might have been a bunch of mannequins.
And my jokes? Not one laugh. None. Nadda .
Apparently my funny anecdotes about needing a hands free phone so I can breastfeed my baby are only funny to people who have kids.