I’m leaving for the BlogHer conference in Chicago today. As some of you recommended, I checked into the MegaBus service and was able to get a round trip fare from Indianapolis to Chicago for $9.50. No, I did not misplace the decimal. No, I don’t know how they stay in business. They’re basically only asking me to buy 3 gallons of gas for them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they ask me to swallow a balloon of unidentified white powder before getting on board and then make me use the facilities before they give me my luggage back. That or they’re going to sell me into sex slavery in Taiwan. If I go missing, that’s where you should start looking for me. How do you say “Don’t stick that up there” in Taiwanese?
The other odd thing is that I get on board at some random street corner in downtown Indianapolis. They don’t use the bus station, nor do they use tickets. You just reserve a spot online and bring your receipt with the confirmation number. I suppose that keeps overhead down. You get cheaper rates the earlier you reserve. If I were to try to buy my tickets right now it would cost me $46.00. They only service the Midwest right now, so if you live in an area of the country without corn, you’re out of luck.
I weighed in early since I won’t be weighing myself this weekend. (Oh no! A three-day gap in my weight chart! What ever shall I do?) I am allotting myself five vacation pounds, even though I plan on walking everywhere. If I end up gaining more than five, then I can start beating myself up. Otherwise, par-tay! And honestly, if history repeats itself, I might end up losing weight from dehydration or just because my body likes to screw with me.
I might try posting from the conference. It will depend on how tired or wired I am and how much I am willing to pay for a computer terminal. I have no laptop or wifi, which makes it harder to get online. I am looking forward to meeting a lot of my fellow weight-loss bloggers and other interesting peeps I have met on these here Internets over the past couple years. I went shopping this past weekend and now own pants that fit, so at least they won’t laugh at my droopy jeans. If you’re in town and recognize me, feel free to come say hi. I will respond to “Jennette” or “PastaQueen” or “PQ.” I’m hoping to meet lots of new people, learn a lot and most importantly have lots of fun! If you don’t know what I look like, here’s 360 degrees of PastaQueen.