Here are your missing twitter updates from yesterday – didn’t want to break away, but do want to tell you what I did . . .
5:30 am Dispatcher says he can have a car at my house by 6:45, about 30 minutes later than I like. More time to get ready. 
Car driver says I’m a very rich lady. Why? I have three children. He’s so right about that.
Car driver insists that I must be flying into Oakland. There is no service on Southwest into SFO. He’s so wrong about that.
Board the plane. I get a whole row to myself because no one wants to sit in front of a grandmother and two kids. What am I thinking?
Kid is kicking me. That’s okay, I have one who does that. Reminds me of being on a trip with him.
First song on iPod – opening number from WALL-E* soundtrack, Put on Your Sunday clothes from Hello Dolly .
What I did on my 4 hour flight: napped three times, read the Rough Guide to iPods and my new Canon camera’s owner’s manual. Also came up a new speech and book outline.
Thanks to God/Creator for the scenery today.
Landed 20 minutes early. Had to tell the grandma how good the kids were. She slept while they watched movies.
@emom is another terminal. She and @carloshernandez will meet me at the Bart Station.
Called husband. He says to buy a Bart ticket for $12. I do.
Wendy and Carlos arrive. We get on the train and make plans for lunch.
We get off the train and walk out into a brilliant sunny day in a town packed with tourists. Cue for the cable car looks to be over 100 people long.
On the way to our restaurant, we change gears and go to John’s Grill instead.
I want to see the Maltese Falcon. Carols says it was stolen, but replaced. They can’t be that hard to find if IWOC gives one away every year at their Christmas party.
Frank is our waiter. It is his first day. He doesn’t know anything about the Maltese Falcon or much about the menu. I suggest we be the FAQ training table.
Irises on the table – I love irises.
Sourdough bread is soooooo much better here than the stuff we get at Dominicks. Note to self: we really, really, really have to bring the kids out here.
Lunch looks and is yummy!
Carlos asks how many apps I have open at once. Up to 3 or 4 for at a time for both twitter and email. What can I say? I’m a writer who likes to compose.
Frank takes our picture.
Wendy’s off to meet with her authors – see you tonight!
I pull out the crumpled flier I got at the Bart station. I want to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit. Took our youngest to see her exhibit at the Mexican art museum in Chicago 3 years ago.
Waiter hears I want to go and insists on meeting us there to get discounted tickets using his membership. See you at three Frank.
Carlos walks me to my hotel – he’s a great tour guide.
Hotel clerk asks if I want a quiet room. I’m tempted to say, no – I’d like the one by the fire station. She asks the manager to help her find a quiet room.
Only one elevator works. I am on the fifth floor. My room is smaller than the smallest bedroom in my house, but there is flat screen TV and a private bath.
Grabbed my purse and camera. Carlos and I find Frank at the museum. He is from the same state in Mexico as Frida and is proud to share his country’s art. We get in for free with no waiting.
The exhibit is packed and painful. Frida’s art is powerful and often disturbing. I love it, but I’m more drawn to the photographs and the video that show a lighter, more joyous side of her life.
Walking back to the hotel, I stop to look at Chinatown’s gate. First came here on my honeymoon. Last visited in December. I love this town and I think it loves me.
Back at the hotel, I can’t get on the Internet. I’m frustrated. I call the front desk. I remember to search for wireless networks. I get in.
Updating and tweeting until time to go to BlogHer party.
My hotel is a two minute walk. So glad I’m in a quieter, smaller space.
It’s 8:00 and no one is at the party except the organizers – at least that’s what I think so I walk around.
Beautiful people in the lobby. Shops closed. History displays prove this place has genuine character. How grand . . .
8:15 – a few more people at the party. I stay and walk up to the bar.
Meeting so many Mommy Bloggers – realize that’s what I doing something similar, but without a platform, 18 years ago.
Wendy’s back at the party -now she’s wearing a scarf she made -what a crafty lady!
Hello, Laura – it’s so great to meet you on the first night!
Who I met . . .
Shauna Glenn
Susan Payton
Busy Mom
Better Than a Playdate
Jane Goodwin
Aliza Sherman
Nadine Silverthorne
Shannon Entin
Kathleen Lancaster
Jenny Lauck and produce, BlogHer Ads
Laura Fitton, Pistachio Consulting
Carlos, Wendy and Me
* lyrics
Out there
There’s a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There’s a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
Listen, Barnaby…
Put on your Sunday clothes,
There’s lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we’re gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
