Sad but true. I lost my brush somewhere in transit from the hotel to the train station. I have a feeling it was left in a cab, or maybe in that pee-scented elevator my boss and I mistakenly rode down to the subway station and then back up, or maybe even somewhere in Penn Station. I lost my voice from talking non-stop from Thursday evening until Saturday night. But my driver’s license? I don’t even know where that went. I would have lost just my state-issued ID, but silly me grabbed my license instead of my ID to take with me when we weren’t in the hotel. Dammit.
Proof of lack of normal voice:
I am so tired today. I feel like I’m in a fog, haha. I’ve been busy processing photos, and once I’m feeling a little more alive, I’ll write up some entries about what all I did at BlogHer. Just let me say that I had a very fun experience, despite the exhaustion. 
I never realized how strong your accent was!
@Brandi: is it really that strong? I grew up in Philly, spent some time in Pittsburgh, and am back near the Philly area. Where are you from?