That meant finding a pair of shoes to wear during my lecture. Ridiculous, I know. I brought three pair with me (yes, three pair for just that one event), but none of them were exactly right. I spent the better part of the morning running errands--how is it that I can go to Target before I leave and get down here and need to go to Target? Every. Single. Time. So I did that kind of thing, and then I got the right shoes in between getting updates from Ashley on what sounded like the worst travel day ever. And I walked up and down El Paseo. And God bless El Paseo.
So after spending a gratuitous amount of time browsing and trying on clothes I couldn't afford, I came back, took a nap, curled my hair so I wouldn't look like a troll anymore, and it was time to meet up with the herd.
It's good to see people. And when I delivered the letters that the graduates wrote to the new students, I was so happy to see that another group of wonderful people look like they're joining the program. I hope that they feel welcome and not too overwhelmed.
We had our opening party out on the patio despite the low temps. A few of us dragged a table over underneath a heat lamp, seemed to be the way to go. I will admit it now: 1) it is cold here, and 2) I am a complete wimp. It felt colder to me yesterday than Thursday. Perhaps I've lost my Sacramento tolerance after only one day. Or perhaps it was colder. Who knows. I already asked the hotel to bring me an extra blanket for my bed. On the ten minute walk back from Yard House across the street last night after dinner, I told Gallagher I might not make it, I just might lay down right there in the parking lot and give up. Let's hope I can survive the sub 40 degree temperatures long enough to graduate.