LIVE Blogging from the Women, Action, and the Media Conference

The conference actually begins Friday and it's late, late Thursday night/Friday morning (1:30am!) and the fun has already begun.

Nadia and BA are already here and we met up in Cambridge. We met up at the Marriot Hotel. After BA and I almost knocked out a mirrored closet in her room from hugging each other so much and I squeezed the oxygen out of Nadia, I met the Wifey, who is every bit as awesome as BA describes in her blog. We laughed, talked dirt and politics, and fretted over our impending WAM session.

We fine dined in Harvard Square, drank a humongous Scorpio bowl of goodness, and then yacked until our heads rolled.

We're ready for the all time greatest sleepover in the history of movements.

QUOTES FOR NADIA AND BA:
"That's not a Yahtzie! You gotta say it like you mean it!"
"Sir, I think that's enough of the jokes." "Are they really that terrible?" "YES."
"I think that we should send someone in BA's place for the session. Send a small white woman and say, 'Hi, I'm Blackamazon.' That'll fool them."
"When I get that angry, I'm just drained. Then I just fall asleep. Let's hope I don't get angry during my presentation."
"Biology."
"Ew. That's old butt. Let's go to an old butt bar."
"There's always a gangly white boy in a Mac store."
"I mean, don't have a white guy with a gun in the window if you want us to come in." (Whitney's Bar)
"I need three things: pancakes, peking duck, and macaroni and cheese."
"Mhm. Should I go with the artistic shadow picture or ask you to retake this photo?"
"Where's this place that we're going?" "It's where hoochies go to die." "Oh, that sounds perfect for us."
"Obama is my homeboy." (Wifey's handbag)