Ξ April 4th, 2008 | → 7 Comments | ∇ work |
I needed today to be Friday more than you can imagine! Work has been a whirlwind and I really don’t see it easing up anytime soon. If anyone else feels as though they could do their job so much better if they could just slap the crap outta someone, I have the perfect song for you.
This makes me feel better EVERY time I hear it. And yes, I do often hum this little ditty…
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[ok, really. this new wordpress refuses to allow me to add anything. i didn't have trouble before, but jester did the update and the fucking thing just hates me. wouldn't let me add my craptastic photo yesterday, won't let me add my favorite work song today. i'll ask jester to hold my hand AGAIN. but this time he will have to walk me through it instead of just doing it for me. because i am tired of the fucking errors. NOT a fun way to start my friday. good news i have plans for great fun this weekend and i simply refuse to have the issues of wordpress fuck with my good mood. so there.]
Home again, home again. Thank God. Every year I drink enough to drown a small army and somehow manage to survive. But the best part of this trade show? The people. This industry is filled with some of the most spectacular people, people who have become some of my best friends. Although I will tell you, no matter how much you love people, it won’t stop you from laughing at drunken phone calls and text messages.
My favorite Canadian grabbed his crotch and told me before he left the bar, “I can’t believe you won’t walk with us back to the hotel. What if i get hit by a car and flattened in the middle of the street? Who would use the tube and blow me back up?” We had a good laugh, their group left. Moments later a text comes across saying “Oh my god I’m hit. Please proceed to the street.” My “hehe” was quickly followed up by “Funny for you. You are not lying in the fucking street.” Then, “Are you coming?” All I could do was laugh, drink more and send back “I am breathing heavy, but not cumming.” Of course none of the boys remembered sending texts, but a quick review of the history led to apologies.
What I need someone to explain is why the boys who don’t need to apologize are the ones saying they are sorry, yet the pigs who remove their wedding rings on the airplane and say unbelievable things to women would never let an “I’m sorry” escape their lips. I’ve been attending several trade shows a year in various industries since around ‘99 or 2000. The things I have heard and seen are enough to make me never trust a man again, to never believe one whose lips are moving. I’m not the prettiest, not dressed the sexiest, not the skinniest, not the funniest, not even the smartest woman around, yet men constantly throw propositions my way. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly believe that I am wonderful and should be worshiped, but with that being said, these guys go above and beyond. Just downright raw.
Yet the half full glass side of my heart struggles with what the half empty side of my brain sees. Which leads me to a few questions…
- Why do so many men get out of town for a few days only to lose their minds, their morals and their wedding rings?
- Why do I try so damn hard to see the good in everyone?
On a positive note, I want the internet to know that some of my favorite friends were met at shows and they have NEVER had even one inappropriate moment. They are examples of how to be good men. My amazing Wubbie, Lt. Colonel Cock Sucker, my favorite Canadian, the future congressman, That Guy in Cleveland, JS my new YG VP, my work husband…you gentlemen give me hope. I truly love you all.
Hope to have time tomorrow evening to get caught up with the blogosphere. I missed you guys!
I have yet to drown in alcohol, but last night I really tried. On a Sunday! For shame. There will be photos (sorry Truk, not of my naked boobies even though I don’t feel bad because you didn’t vote for mine in Fab’s contest) from one of the parties, but I’m not sure when. Someone forgot a camera and I found it. Late night smiles are fun, right? First I need to find out whose camera it is, then I must make them promise to email me the pictures.
This is my favorite trade show, if I haven’t mentioned that yet. If you have already heard that from me you are hearing it again because right now, at 7 AM, I might still be drunk. That is part of the reason that I love this show so much. The people are amazing and I love hanging out with them. A few months ago I was approached to take over the association of younger folks in the industry. Turned it down again and again before finally agreeing on Saturday to take the position. This group loves tequila and beer. I love tequila and beer and vodka. After drinking vodka from 5 PM - 10 PM I added shots of tequila to the mix. And some beer. Because they were planning on handing me a mic in front of everyone. Damn, public speaking is NO fun. I made my new VP do most of it because the liquid courage got the best of me and I was drunk. Really drunk. Drunk enough to dance. A lot. Oh, and at the end of the night I sang Friends In Low Places with the triumvirate of outgoing association leaders. Holding a mic, in front of the association with friends, I sang. Even though I have sworn to Shiny and Mr. Fabulous that there isn’t enough alcohol in this world to get me to sing. (Here, I’ll say it for you: YOU WERE RIGHT. Feel better guys?)
Ok, more about this party later, in a different post. For now I will say that the problem is hanging out and drinking all night leaves no time for writing. Sorry that I haven’t been around to your places. I’ll get there on Tuesday when I get back home.
But for now I am still here in Atlanta, awake entirely too early. And I need to get my ass in the shower, get on my way to the show floor.
However, before I go, I gotta question for the internet…
I ran into the ex love of my life last night at a party which was held in the Georgia Aquarium (magnificent place…if you have the opportunity to go, do it). We talked for what felt like minutes and hours all at the same time. Really good conversation. He apologized for a lot, I hope I did also, we got caught up. It was truly nice. He was a gentleman and rode with me in a cab to another party, but then was incredible enough to stay in the cab and go away. While talking I mentioned something about my blog, probably because he loved my momma and she adored him. He asked for the site and while I wasn’t sure if I should, I eventually gave him the address. There is no doubt that he’ll find his way here.
So, was it a mistake to give him the ability to look into my life? Will I start to censor myself? When Jester designed this place for me I almost didn’t tell anyone about it. I almost wanted a place to write and write and not have anyone know it was me. Quickly that went out the window because I seem to be a comment whore, but should it have gone out the window last night?
Ok, enough possibly still drunk ramblings. Imma go try to get my act together so that I can work the last day of the trade show. I’ll be back. When I return, I hope you guys have left me lots of wisdom about your friends and family reading intimate details of your lives.
Thanks.
xoxo