two day? one day? oh who cares, it's tomorrow!
elise informed me that i've been counting down all wrong, unless i count thursday, which i had been, but maybe i shouldn't have been? oh well. i never was good with numbers.

three days left
i've been working on details: we are leaving at 4am. my parents are picking me up. i am allowed to be half asleep because i'm not driving. dad is. we are staying at melissa & jerry's house on thursday and friday night. on saturday night, we'll crash at my cousin's in sunnyvale. while i'm there, i will see various cool people (shoot, which reminds me i need to still call aila to see if she wants to meet up. she lives in berkeley and i've yet to see their place) and eat lots of good food (especially looking forward to my cousin's gourmet cooking and the best filipino restaurant ever called Sinugba in daly city).

more details to come.

also: alex just told me that he had a dream that i missed the webbys and called him up, crying. luckily, i don't think he's psychic.

four days, are you serious?
people keep asking me if i'm excited. well, yeah. of course i am, although i really have no idea what to expect. sure, it'll be a big bash with beautiful people and yummy food. whoop dee doo.

i am really most excited to 1) take time off from work 2) see some family and friends and 3) just be in san francisco.

san francisco is what i call a destination city. it's a place i could live for a very long time (which is kind of why i don't live there, yet. because there are a few places i want to go to before i settle down).

some fond memories of the city: our car overheating each time we went up a hill, one of those look-back-on-it-and-laugh incidents; sitting in a park somewhere in the city with my darling dawnie; spending the weekend in a bright orange communal living space house (the nicest people, i swear) up in the haight; getting yelled at by an SFmoma guard because i was taking photos of the artwork, which happened to be my brother's (who wasn't there, which is why i was taking photos); getting clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl in the pouring rain after driving something like 10 hours straight; giggling in melissa's bedroom while her husband, jerry, slept on the sofa so we could relive our youth; and more.

so, yes. SF = cool town. and i can't wait to go.

found: "hanging with the homepages," a new city article about the personal website category.

need: to do laundry. badly.

six days and stressing
screw the outfit, the hair, the shoes. none of that matters. i just realized that i have 3 days of work left before i take my mini-vacation to san francisco. this would normally not be a problem, except that i have a new small-but-important project to complete ASAP, a deadline monday and a deadline the tuesday i get back (which is, in essence, means i have to finish it before i go). i'm. going. to. totally. freak. out.

the morton salt girl was right: "when it rains, it pours."

plus, i'm leaving town tonight and won't be back 'til sunday. i don't know what i really need to get done at home, but this worries me.

one more week!
i'm more nervous than excited. i've stopped stressing about what i'm going to wear and started worrying about what i might say if i actually win. five-words-or-less speeches. at least it gives me something to think about while i'm stuck in traffic. anything to make the commute less hellish.

my dad's idea: "thank you mom and dad."
my co-worker's: "who's yo mama? [pause for dramatic effect] dat's right."
maybe i should steal one of the asterisked ideas from jason's site.

to do: i need to call melissa to tell her when we plan on arriving and make sure it's still okay to stay at their place. i also have to e-mail jack, richard and aila to see about meeting up. anybody else wanna hang out?

9 days away
today i was supposed to go shopping for a sweater to go with my dress but ended up bumming around instead with a friend. i have two weeks of lunch breaks to go looking. i'm not worried.

10 days away
i got the invitations in the mail a few days ago. i get four, for "the web development team." translation: me, my parents (because they are my #1 fans, and that is way too sweet to resist) and a date.* they arrived in a priority mail envelope -- four square tins the size of a CD jewel case. inside each is a laminated tag that reads, "nominee," on a silver chain, and paper disc invitations that remind me of that pica wheel that we used in college to size down photos. it spins. the dress code: snazzy.

at the salon this morning, i asked melinda what i should do with my hair. "put it in a french twist," she said. i decided that i'll probably just leave it down so i don't get some monster headache midway through the night. (yes, boys, that is what girls go through to get movie star 'dos.)


*my brother, ricky, was my top choice, but he could not attend, because he is busy vacationing in italy (like that's any excuse, hrmph). my brother, tom, almost came all the way from holland, but he couldn't get away from work. both do webstuff for a living, so i thought, hey, perfect. i don't have a boyfriend (remember that thing i said about the rockstar boyfriend? it was a joke, people), and many of my boy friends (note the space between the Y and F) don't dig the web, and that's just not cool for the WEBbys. so i asked a webgeekyboy(space)friend instead. he was very nice to oblige.

what: the webby awards, often described as "the oscars of the web." includes ultra-swanky ceremony and post-ceremony bash. the webbys also double as a much-needed vacation, as i get to take off three days from work.

when: thursday, may 11, 8:30pm - 2am.

where: san francisco. the masonic auditorium and huntington park, wherever that is.

who: lots and lots of people.

why: to celebrate the web and honor web greatness. oh, you mean why am i going? well, i'm nominated. isn't that just crazy?

still need:

dress. it is neither new nor velvet.
sweater. mom says i should wear a shawl, but liomir insists they are so last year, and i'm thinking, if it's cold, why can't i just bring a jacket?
shoes
purse
jewelry. simple is good.
hairstyle. as in, what will i do with my hair?
film. must take many, many photos, of course.
date. i have much respect for boys who ask girls out, that's all i have to say.