Also, it’s not embarrassing at all to take photos like this in the train station. Algernon insisted though.
Algernon did a lot of pacing up and down the aisles and making noise in the quiet car, but eventually I settled him down in his seat and he stared out the window and waited for New York.
I already told you about the hour-long wait for our cab, but what I didn’t tell you about was how Algernon cursed up a storm. He was all, “THIS IS BULLSHIT!” and “HURRY UP, LOSERS!” and I pretended I didn’t know him, which was difficult considering that he was sitting in my computer bag at the time.
We finally got in a cab, being the third party to jump in front of the people at the front of the line. I don’t understand how someone at the front of the line can keep getting skipped over for cabs and why cabbies are allowed to say, I will drive to here but not to there, but by the time we were second in line and allowed to get into a taxi, I just apologized to the people in front of me and threw tip money at the guy flagging the cabs.
We were super excited to get to our hotel room and see our view of the city, which turned out to be a view of some random courtyard.
Fortunately, we had plans, so Algernon didn’t have very much time to get outraged. Also fortunately, we got a margarita bigger than him.
Algernon went with me to the American Cancer Society’s Hope Lodge. There he looked up…
…and he looked down.
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen a lot of photos of Algernon boozing it up over the weekend. That is because when he gets tipsy, he assumes everyone else thinks he as funny as he thinks he is and insists on showing everyone how hilarious he is. Or so he thinks.
He also ate a lot, even forgoing conference food for actual, real-life New York restaurants.
In a completely happy coincidence that I didn’t notice until we sat down at breakfast the next day, Algernon and I chose the best table in the joint.
Sadly, there wasn’t even enough room for a mouse at the next meal, which was lunch while Martha Stewart was speaking. Fortunately, he doesn’t have much feeling one way or another for Ms. Stewart, so we were able to happily picnic in the hallway.
You may also notice that it was difficult for Algernon to find properly mouse-sized food. Until, that is, he happened upon the perfect grilled cheese sample in the expo hall.
But when you eat a cupcake, it’s best to go large.
Sometimes it’s nice to get your very own Algernon-sized bag of personalized M&Ms from the best t-shirt lady in the business.
The only problem is when someone *cough*Stimey*cough* traps you in a cake plate.
Even if I was kinda mean to Algernon, he made more friends at the conference than I did. Remember the scary photo of all the Hot Pockets yesterday? They’re slightly less intimidating when there is only one of them.
Algernon is all about inter-species love. He found a buddy to give him a ride around the expo hall in the form of a slipper. Actually the cow only let him ride for a second, mostly because the cow was attached to a human foot at the time.
Not everyone was so kind though. Abbie‘s kid’s crocodile was frankly kind of an asshole about the whole thing.
Fortunately, Algernon had a rave to go to in the form of the Sparklecorn party, so he was able to put the crocodile incident behind him.
Algernon got a lot of action during the conference. A lot of the ladies were very into him, which makes me happy that I gave him that bath last week. One of his favorite ladies is Olivia from Fourth Breakfast, also known as my rodent guru.
I did know that the ladies would love Algernon. What I didn’t see coming was this:
After the debauchery—and, yes, it was debauchery—Algernon chilled out in this vibrating tub by Kohler. Just FYI, if anyone is looking for a gift, this product would totally be acceptable.
Algernon had a really lovely time in the expo hall. You know why? Because brands seem to think that people dressed in funny costumes will get a lot of attention and end up in blog posts because they’re hilarious.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Algernon met and took a photo with every single person dressed in a degrading costume.
The Lorax (with his own badge) was perhaps the least degrading.
When we first came upon this banana, he looked morose. Dude swore he was just paying attention to something else, but I prefer to think that he was sad that he’d drawn the short straw and had to be the banana.
The banana suit may have been degrading, but Kikkoman had them beat. I may have shrieked with joy when I saw this lady. She was a good sport.
Just in case you didn’t get enough of the Jimmy Dean guy last time, I thought I’d share with you his and Algernon’s special moment.
I took Algernon with me to celebrate being honored in the Voices of the Year event, but he was pissed that Not Even Wrong was being honored. He was outraged—OUTRAGED—that Algernon Does Disney wasn’t on the list.
We did, of course, attend a lot of sessions together. You know how sometimes you’re looking for a parking spot in a crowded parking lot and you see an empty one and get all excited and zoom up to it only to find that a motorcycle had parked there?
That’s exactly what it was like with Algernon in the panels.
Happily, Algernon and I are of the same mind when it comes to sitting in the front row. What better place to be obnoxious by taking photos instead of paying attention.
After all the fun we had, it was so sad to have to say goodbye, but all BlogHers must end and even Algernon had to say goodbye to his best girlfriends.
By this time, we were old hands at cabs, having ridden in them twice already. We do have a question for those of you who live in New York though: How often do taxis actually run over pedestrians? No reason for the question. It just seems…possible.
Penn Station was lovely. Thank God for Annette, or Algernon and I would never have found our way in. We would have probably ended up in line for some event or other at Madison Square Garden and that probably wouldn’t have ended well, what with our suitcases and all.
You know how you’re not supposed to look like a tourist in New York? Well, obviously, I had failed miserably by this point in my trip, but do you know what makes you look like even more of a tourist than taking a photo of your luggage in Penn Station? Taking a photo of the pigeon wandering by your chair in Penn Station.
Three short hours, that one time re-boarding the train, and a frantic dig through my luggage for my car keys later, Algernon and I were back in my car and headed home to see the munchkins. And Alex. I guess.
Algernon really enjoyed his time in the sun (so to speak, ha, ha). He’s having a little bit of a hard time readjusting to life inside my handbag. Fortunately for him, we’re going on a family vacation soon, so he’ll get to do some more traveling. Because you know Algernon; he’s a globetrotter.
Thanks for sharing his latest adventure! Now it’s off to the baths again for him!