First, do it right. Be perfectly well right up until the point where you are on the plane flying to the conference. While on the plane, start getting a tickle in your throat. However, think nothing of it and enjoy a leisurely if not exercise like trek to your hotel. One that includes multiple subway lines and a small hike to the hotel. After that enjoy hiking even farther to meet family for lunch in Little Korea.
Second, write your tiredness off as simply not getting enough sleep the night before, take a quick shower, and get ready to party hard. While you’re at it, start getting what will turn out to be the worst blisters of your life. By the time the weekend is done, you will have 12! blisters on your feet.
Third, spend your first night in heels, a hot dress, Spanx, lugging around what will turn out to be basically your only swag. Again, blame it on your early flight. Still though, turn in early. Realize you might be running a fever when in the heat of NYC, you can’t get warm. Realize that perhaps in addition to packing bandaids, you should also start packing a digital thermometer. Maybe you’re just be a hypochondriac though.
Fourth, get up and do the damn 5K, despite feeling like death. At least have enough brains to not run it though. After you eat breakfast and have a brief encounter with the expo hall, go sleep for like three more hours. After all that sleep, realize that perhaps you really are sick. Go to Urgent Care, where you find out you’re running a fever and your tonsils are the size of clementines.
Fifth, go and party anyway. After the three hour nap, and giant Jamba Juice, you fool yourself into thinking you are feeling better. Miss all of the days sessions, but go to the Community Keynote, feel energized, and go party. Get your roommate to steal Nyquil from the P&G booth (or rather, ask them nicely for some for her sick roommate) so that you can be sure you will get some good rest. While at the parties, curse the fact that it seems like every adorable and tasty app they are serving has been made of out of bread so crunchy it feels like shards of glass.
Sixth, after a long Nyquil induced sleep actually attend a session. Because there is only like one left after you sleep through the morning sessions. After the sessions, hang out with some of the best women you have ever had the pleasure of actually meeting. Then, you know, party more. Cheeseburgers, also made out of shards of glass.
Seventh, ignore the fact that you are still sick, and walk around NYC for the day. Realize that only thing you can eat without crying is chocolate milk shakes. Decide that isn’t such a bad thing. Fly home, still sick. Realize that while being sick sort of really sucked, that you still managed to have a good time.
More updates to follow. I swear I have serious thoughts about this year’s conference.