November2
I’m away at a conference. I am pathetic – I hate being away from Steve overnight. I’m also getting old. Part of me wanted to go out partying with people from the conference because I don’t get out much. The other part of me was thinking what a good night sleep I could get and how unappealing a loud bar sounded. Guess which part of me won? (Hint, I’m here typing this entry.)
My conference today was thrilling. My day concluded with a panel discussion. The panel consisted of 10 Very Important and Very Smart People. I’m not particularly passionate about Balanced and Restorative Justice (it’s a juvenile justice conference) so my eyes glazed over after 10 minutes.
Minute 18: the diet coke I quickly guzzled during the break was demanding to be released (couldn’t get out without causing a ruckus)
Minute 29: wishing I had picked up a cookie during the break
Minute 37: picking individual dog hairs and pieces of lint off my black pantsuit
Minute 51: examining nails in need of filing and hang nails in need of chewing
Minute 69: join in the spontaneous applause, hoping it means we are ending early. Sadly, no, someone apparently said something brilliant.
Minute 75: admiring comb over of the gentleman in front of me…wondering how long it takes to train hair to stay in the exact configuration
Minute 81: Ohhh, shiny…noticing how pretty my ring looks under the lights in the room
Minute 86: thinking I can take the scrawny goatee guy and steal his Starbucks…then bladder reminds me there is no room at the inn
Minute 93: contemplate bludgeoning the pen clicking woman with my complimentary conference tote bag
Minute 108: screaming inside my head “Please. Stop. Talking.”
Minute 110: More applause. Are we done? Must. Pee.