10.06.2002 - 3:40 p.m.
Good grief, I can't believe
it's been a whole week since I've updated.
It's not all that shocking,
I'm just lazy. Lazy, lazy,
Last week I had a tradeshow
to prepare for, and spent the first part of the week in this
annoying last-minute-task-mode. Order the handouts, bitch about
the posters, request the taller tables, nag about the posters,
turn in the sales sheet, remind about the posters, process the
credit form, emanate high pitched keening sound about the posters.
Despite the ferchrissake posters
not being done in time, it was a pretty good show. Happily, it
was here at the Seattle Convention Center, so it was officially
the first exhibition I've ever done that didn't involve air travel
or endless confusing cab rides.
As per the holy law of tradeshows,
I decided we should have festive beverages after the close of
the show. Now, I'm used to being at shows with oily, loud salesguys
who love pestering the concierge for fun places to go, or better
yet, asking the nearest C-cup walking by. Taking charge of the
evening's fun, so to speak.
Not so with my little ragtag
bunch that had helped staff the booth. I hate the role of entertainment-picker-outer,
but it was clearly necessary. One thing about Workplace, the
engineers have a very difficult time coming to a group decision
We settled on Gordon Biersch,
with all of its whitebread chain brewery goodness. Our first
Scott: Smith & Wesson,
Me: Crown & 7-up.
David: Gin & tonic.
Several minutes later, after
Rick had been coached on what exactly beer was and its various
associated flavors, the waitress returned with our drinks, and
handed Rick his glass.
Now, if I am to believe his
side of the story, the glass then immediately somehow broke in
half. If, however, I were to believe my own biased view of what
happened, he clumsily dropped it on the table.
Whatever. Beer sprayed everywhere,
but mostly on me. My blouse was completely soaked in beer. I
gamely mopped up, and then had to endure weak frat-reference
jokes for the next half hour. I ordered food for everyone (again,
group decision skills missing), and we ordered another round.
Second drink order:
Scott: Vanilla Stoli &
Me: Crown & 7-up.
Rick: "What are you drinking, Sundry? I'll try that."
Moments after Rick started
getting giggly from the unexpected punch of his drink (Crown
& 7: not for pussies), David knocked his beer across the
table. Everyone was re-soaked. At that point, I called for the
Engineers. Can't take them
After two days of tradeshow-immersion
and aching feet, I took off early on Friday and JB and I and
Dog headed out to a place near Leavenworth. We stayed here: (warning:
insipid audio), which was
lovely lovely lovely indeed. There was Dog romping, weird Bavarian
village theme town sightseeing, giant bratwurst eating, hot spiced
wine drinking, hot tub soaking, Workplace food reheating, Cape
Fear watching, In Style magazine slutting, ginormous Chinook
salmon watching, stars observing, Deliverance-like character
meeting, and Wenatchee Lake shivering. Nice time.
Today I went to PayLess Shoe
Store - ghetto shoe shop of the millenium - and bought two pairs
of shoes. One is a pair of heeled red boots which I could not
resist and predict wearing exactly once in the next decade. The
other is a knockoff of some expensive-ass designer casual shoe,
the original of which my officemate Molly just bought two pairs
of recently, so I will probably look like a big cheap copy dork.
I don't care, though. I may not be original, but I'm frugal,
go back :::
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
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Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004