In Case Of Emergency, Video Of Boyfriend May Double As Sleeping Pill

Something you probably don't know about Sean is that he's a bit of a drill sergeant. Not normally, not on everything. But when it comes to me updating my blog, he suddenly turns into one of those pushy stage mothers who enter their three year old daughters in beauty pageants and then say things like "you need more mascara, Coral Lynn! And when you pirouette next time, do it with feeling!" Seriously, that guy is all up in my grill about posting when I haven't posted in a few days, all "write a blog post! write a blog post! write a blog post!" when, man, I'm just trying to have some quality time with my Us Weekly and this large tub of raspberry sorbet right here.

Yesterday morning, I got back from Chicago, where I'd been learning, researching, and networking at the BlogHer conference for work, since one of the roles of my job is to write for Travelocity's new travel blog, The Window Seat, which you should totally go to and read regularly and comment on and link to, I mean honestly, IF YOU HAVE ANY SOUL AT ALL. (Do you have any soul? Then prove it! You can totally buy my love, you know, and the currency I'm accepting at The Window Seat is BLOG TRAFFIC. That's even more convenient than Visa!)

Anyway, when I got home yesterday morning, Sean said "write a blog post!" And I said "but I don't have anything to write about!" And he said "but you just got back from Chicago!" and I said "yes, but that was for work." And he said "well, you should still write about it. You should thank the people who organized the conference, because you learned a lot of things you didn't know, and you should thank all the people you met and who were nice to you and who talked to you."

Ah, my boyfriend: a regular Emily Post.

But yes, thank you. Thank you to everyone I met who let me tell them all about The Window Seat and how it's not just another corporate blog, I promise, it's written by some really great and funny and talented travel editors, and hey, you like travel---and I assume you do! everyone likes travel! it's like Trader Joe's!---well then, guess what, you should be reading it too, here's a card, and look, there's the URL. Thank you to the kind bloggers who let me sit with them at meal times and next to them at panels, so that I didn't look like a Norma No Mates. Thank you also to whoever on the conference planning committee decided to include those delicious little lemon bars on the snack table, even though I probably wasn't supposed to eat four all in one go. (Alright, five.) Thank you to my bosses, who trusted that I would come back with some valuable information---which I totally did---and a boost in the site's traffic (THIS IS WHERE YOU STEP IN.) It was lovely to meet everyone I spoke to, and wow, you all have some really fantastic blogs. I shall be reading for weeks!

And now, just because he harrasses me so much to post all the time, is a video of Sean doing nothing. I repeat: DOING NOTHING. You may want to use it in place of your Lunesta tonight, because it's basically a minute and a half of me going "do something for my video!" and him staring straight at his computer screen and smirking. The reason I am posting a video of him doing nothing is merely for revenge. When he'd said "write a post!", I'd said "okay, I'll write about what you did this weekend! What did you do this weekend while I was away? Strip clubs and keggers in our living room? The usual?" and he said nah, that he'd just gone to a few baseball games (uh, three in three days), worked on some web design stuff, slept diagonally in the bed (BECAUSE HE COULD), and practiced his guitar. He then demonstrated the latter for me, playing a very sweet five-note version of "This Land Is Your Land," while concentrating fiercely. And I was so proud of him (the birthday lessons are paying off!) that I decided my blog post would be a video of him playing it. You know, like a recital! For the Internet!

Except he was adamant that such a thing would be ridiculous and embarrassing and that he wasn't ready to reveal his Mad Guitar Skillz (or, you know, his very sweet five-note version of "This Land Is Your Land") until he could master the entire oeuvre of, say, Bob Dylan. And so I said "fine, well, that was going to be the content of my post. You're the one who wanted me to post! Guess I'll just have to take a video of you DOING NOTHING instead."

He didn't think I'd do it. I did. I apologize in advance for the crippling boredom you may feel when you watch it, and also for my pompous use of the word "errant." I would also like you to know that my house normally looks much tidier, but I guess SOMEBODY didn't use the three days his girlfriend was away to take a crash course in Plumping Up The Couch Cushions. God, lazy.

Sean Does Nothing from Holly and Vimeo.