Insanely tired from being up way too late working on my site, I dragged myself out of bed way too late, showered way too long and got to work, yes, way too late. Luckily many people were out of the office, so I think my tardiness went unnoticed. It was kind of a slow day, so I got to catch up on many little things I had been putting aside, which always feels good.
Since today was the soft launch of Goodlifer, I got slightly obsessed with monitoring Sitemeter stats and refreshing the Twitter search. We got a lot of good shoutouts on Twitter and a story on Huffington Post linked to us. At the end of the day, we had 717 unique visitors and 1393 page views, not too bad for a first day in the life of a site. These stats are incredibly addictive, I’ll have to set limits on how often I can check it.
After work, I met my friend S to go to a Scottish party on the far west side. His friends were the event organizers and we had gotten free VIP tickets to the party/fashion show aptly titled “Dressed to Kilt.” It sounded all fancy, but it turned out everyone was a VIP, the top floor so jam-packed we could barely move, and getting a drink in the one tiny bar proved impossible. We quickly descended to the regular-people floor and got our drinks, bourbon of course. We were surrounded by men in kilts, and women in in tartan. Who knew there were so many Scots in New York? And what a tight knit group they seem to be. Sean Connery and his wife were the “hosts” of the evening and I had earlier in the day shamelessly called a PR lady trying to get a short interview with him. That was a big no. She informed me that Sir Connery would only talk to broadcast media and not stay for very long. I would have loved to get a picture with the former Bond, but stalking seemed futile since the place was extremely crowded. Ah well.
The “fashion show” consisted of people who I assumed were famous Scots, strutting down the runway in designer creations inspired by Scotland, being judged by other presumably famous Scots holding up signs with scores. Mike Myers (was he a Scot?) and the redhead (Laura?) from Project Runway Season 2 were probably the only ones I recognized. Although, to my surprise, Swedish underwear model and Pamela Anderson-ex Marcus Schenkenberg appeared, wearing a kilt and no shirt (of course). Maybe they weren’t all Scottish after all? I was very confused.
The swag bag contained a Scottish candy bar that tasted like cardboard and advertising flyers, just what I needed.
March 31, 2009
