I don’t think I can put into words how much I enjoyed the Blend Retreat this weekend. Honestly, it was one of the most fun weekends I’ve had in a very long time.
…and a whole lot of it thanks to these girls:
I know. You love my Colorado hiking hair, don’t you? Tina did.
I can’t wait to catch you all up on all the sleepless activities we indulged in all weekend. You guys are going to be so sick of Blend recaps at the end of this week.
Speaking of sleepless, I’m currently
a bit of a complete space cadet. My mind and my bod don’t do so well with less than 7- 8 hours sleep every night, and I’m running on about 5 hours sleep from each of the past four nights. I think I went through my 12 hours of traveling yesterday/last night in a bit of a hazy fog. Sorry if I said anything weird to those of you who saw me at the tail end of Blend… I can’t be held responsible* for anything that comes out of my mouth right now.
You want to hear just how big of a space cadet I really am? The wonderful Colleen and her husband Corey picked me up from the airport a little before midnight (I know what you’re thinking, and yes, they are sent from heaven above). When they dropped me off at my car on the street outside their apartment in downtown Richmond, I hurriedly (and sleepily) tried to load all my bags into my car and say goodbye to Colleen as traffic built up behind Corey’s car.
After I said goodbye to the angel that is Colleen, I felt like I was forgetting something.
**LESSON LEARNED: If you feel like you’re forgetting something, check the goshdarn car and make sure all your belongings are present.
My mom talked on the phone with me for the majority of my drive home so I didn’t end up with my forehead on the steering wheel. Just before 2:00 a.m., I finally pulled into my driveway.
This is the really, really crappy part.
My checked bag was nowhere to be found.
I didn’t check a bag on the way there, but since we got so many fantastic liquid food items from our sponsors and from the wonderful people at Love Grown Foods, I had to check my Vera Bradley duffel on the way back. I was so excited to try the White Girl Salsa from my friends at Love Grown Foods, to dump Xagave in my coffee every morning, and to put some jalapeno blueberry preserves (also from LGF) on my english muffins every morning.
I was so angry with myself. I assumed in my frazzled and sleepy state, I left the bag in Corey’s car, so told Colleen I would drive back tonight to grab my bag. Dumb, dumb, dumb, Alyssa.
Colleen then called me this morning on my way to work to tell me my bag isn’t in Corey’s car. The only thing that makes sense is that I put my bag down on the sidewalk and literally drove away.
My checked bag had all my clothes from the weekend. All my shoes. My new straightener. All my makeup and makeup brushes, my contacts, my moisturizers, my allergy medicine, every Lululemon article I own (which is only about 5 articles or so…BUT STILL!)… and a whole lot of my favorite clothes basics like my flats, skinny jeans, delicates, nude heels, and tank tops.
I know I should consider myself very, very lucky I had my wallet, phone, DSLR camera, running shoes, and work iPad with me… but still. All that crap is going to be a big pain and a whole lot of money to replace. The materialistic part of me is so distraught, and the overtired part of me just wants to curl up into a ball.
Did I mention I also get a little melodramatic when I’m overtired?
I really had a great weekend I can’t wait to tell you all about. I just need to get over the hump of this sour ending, take a nap, and regroup before I recount it all.
Now please, go embrace your moisturizers, hair straighteners, clothes, and contacts for me. Mine most likely has a new home with someone who hit the jackpot on the streets of Richmond.
*I will also not be held responsible for anything in here that doesn’t make any sense. My forehead is about to hit my desk.