The air thickened with conspiracies to prevent me from attending the Dad 2.0 Summit last week.
There was My Love’s first business trip in a year, a 10-day behemoth to Berlin that overlapped with half of my Austin adventure.
But my sister agreed to look after the Things and Murphy and all their medications and appointments for me.
There was American Airlines continuing its long history of delaying nearly every flight I’ve ever taken between Dallas and New York. We were 90 minutes late this time, forcing me to miss the registration. And curse a lot.
However, a conference staffer agreed to run back to the storeroom and dig out my badge so I could get into the opening night party.
Oh, there was more.
Yet once inside, it was all good.
Go over to DadCentric for the deets, a rare group post by me and two of my colleagues, titled: Dad 2.0 Summit in a Nutshell (by 3 Nuts with Nuts). I promise you’ll like it. And that I’ll never again say “deets.”
Here’s some stuff I left out:
- In addition to a legion of great dad bloggers, I also got to hang with some pretty awesome women, none of whom were on mechanical bulls or in strip clubs (not that I experienced any of those things – honest and truly) who supported our efforts: Wendi of the bizarrely titled WendiAarons.com, Heather of The Spohrs Are Multiplying, Sarah of many sites but mostly of Sarah and the Goon Squad, and the well-coifed Polly of Lesbian Dad.
- I offended two blogging personas in one: sex blogger the Mominatrix by referring to the male “undercarriage” (or “gootch” as my DadCentric boss corrected me) and Kristen of Cool Mom Picks by showing her my pay-as-you-go phone and daughter’s iTouch. Score!
- I scared my roommate, Andy of Beta Dad, twice in the bathroom. One time he was in only his boxer briefs, the other, he was in the shower. TwoBusy, forgive me!
Thing 2, who had his first Little League tryout the day before. Which I missed. And worried about him missing. So much that I drew an actual map for My Love to make sure she got him to the right place. And told her to get him there 30 minutes before she actual had to. She has this problem with time, you see. Not hers, just everyone else’s in our family.
Thing 2 hopped up and walked over to me, his oversized red plaid PJs piling up around his wrists and ankles.
He hugged me.
Told me he hit a bunch of line drives right up the middle.
Yep. It all worked out just fine for this dad.