What’s on the iPod: It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
Wow. I can’t believe it’s two days later and I’m still exhausted. The show involved a lot of walking. My one journalist friend said his pedometer logged over 15,000 steps on Monday. I know I walked as much. No wonder I lost three pounds! Hey, if I don’t get any work, I could always market the Conference Diet.
I know I fell asleep on the sofa Wednesday around 4:30. I just couldn’t stay awake. Too many early mornings and late nights.
Things that happened at the conference:
At a party, some stranger walked up to a group of us, then asked me if I played hockey. He then assumed what I can only describe as the “Hulk Hogan” stance to mimic my physique. I refrained from saying, “Yea, you don’t talk to girls much, do you, Ace?” Instead, I changed the subject entirely. I thought I looked good. Apparently, the dress I was wearing made me look like a defensive lineman. Or the guy is just lousy at small talk. Really, really lousy.
I received a stuffed beaver at the last party I attended. Uh, yes. It’s cute, but do you really want to tell someone what it is when they ask you? No. You really don’t.
At that same party, I was given a notepad of scratch paper. When I got it home, I realized it was made of recycled moose poo. I kid you not. I love recycling, and it is Earth Day on Sunday, but will the paper be, er, lumpy?
PooPoo Paper. Seriously.
I proudly displayed my “hockey” toes. While I didn’t point them out lest I get an ass-kicking from locals (who are decidedly ungracious about their loyalties), I didn’t hide them in shoes, either.
Taxi drivers in Philadelphia are just as nuts and taxi drivers in Manhattan. I’m just saying.
I learned that chai tea does not make a good precursor to a client meeting. I think I may have talked my teeth out of my mouth (and maybe even the client’s teeth out of her own).
I scored so many notepads, pens, and lip balms that I won’t have to buy any this year. At all.
And chocolate. Scored lots of free chocolate.
And recyclable grocery bags.
At one booth, I got a free professional portrait. Luckily, it was the day I was wearing my suit. It’s not bad. I’ll have the daughter PhotoShop it to take give my face a bit more color. For some reason, I looked very pale.
I did not win any of the gazillion iPads being raffled off. Nor did I lose sleep because of it.
Today, I’m continuing the quest to get thank-yous out the door. And I have to clean up the floor around this desk. My husband was doing taxes while I was gone and I just tossed it all in piles so he could find it more easily. The taxes are done. Alas, the piles remain.
The weekend is supposed to be wet, then wet and cold. I’m not complaining as the spring has been entirely too dry. Still, there go my plans to weed and clean up. Perhaps a little today.
So, given all of the above, how would you respond to the linebacker-esque comment?
How would you respond if you were holding a stuffed beaver and someone inquired as to its identity?
Have you ever used PooPoo Paper?
LOL! Seems you also had a weird time at the conference. On the linebacker-esque comment:
I'm still sputtering over that one, so no, I don't have a comment at the ready.
if I was holding a stuffed beaver and someone inquired as to its identity:
I would congratulate them on being the winner of the stuffed animal contest and hand over the prize. The winner of the prize is the first person to ask me about it.
No, I have never used poo poo paper. trying to figure out why anyone would want to recycle poo poo but oddly, my mind is coming up blank:-)
I'd hand the linebacker dickhead the poo poo paper and tell him it sums up his Charmain personality.
I'd give the beaver a double-entendre name and if someone asked what he was, I'd open my eyes very wide and say, "Oh, didn't you take biology in the tenth grade?"
But then, I'm like that.
Glad you had a a good conference. I'm looking forward to the rain (three inches here, we hope), but hope it won't mangle the tulips.
These are all rhetorical questions, right? 🙂
Damaria, I look forward to the weirdness in some respects. Makes the show more memorable and gives me great blog fodder. LOL Great response for the stuffed beaver inquiry! If I ever find myself in the position to be asked, I'll hand it over on the spot. 🙂
Devon, you mean a name like Mulva (having a Seinfeld moment)? LOL If I'd been graced with the paper at that point, I would have. Naturally, he says this in front of the editors I work with, so I had to think fast. I should have just body checked his ass. LOL Maybe he's more on the money than I think!
Tulips? Lucky you. Ours are about to fade entirely. The irises are out and I saw more than one daisy. Isn't this nuts? So early for everything!
Since that jerk obviously has warped views of femininity (or masculinity) I would have been tempted to call him something very girly – see how he likes it. One thing I've noticed is guys dumb enough to make an unwarranted comment like that are usually trying to overcompensate for their own shortcomings.
Devon – we had 2.87" of torrential rain Saturday night and my flowers held up really well!
I don't how have any answers. I believe the beaver would get me in a whole lot of trouble. 🙂 The penguin nails are bomb! Unfortunately that series isn't going well. I can't stand the Flyers! Have a great weekend.