Oh my Brad... this is my 100th post!!
WooHoo!
I am blogtastic!
(That will be my opening line tomorrow when I meet all of the other bloggers. I should have brought a marker so that I could add it to my business cards...)
(Damn.)
So I gathered up my stuff and went downstairs and ran into this blogger and her adorable baby, and she told me that a bunch of people from the conference were putting together swag bags down the hall.
She was super sweet and said I could tag along, so I walked into the room with her and was greeted with about 2 dozen fellow bloggers.
Needless to say, although she was really nice to invite me, I just couldn't do it.
I froze up and spent the next 10 minutes wandering around the lobby trying to summon enough courage to go back into the conference room... but I ended up deciding to try and find some food, instead.
So I walked around outside and realized that the only business nearby is a Kaplan Career Services building.
(I figure that if I have some extra time on my hands I can swing by there and have them decide what I should do with my life...)
So I decided to be a coward and go back to my room to order room service.
(Apparently the only vegetarian meal that they have here in Tennessee is Eggplant Parmesan. Although it's a vegetable, I'm pretty sure deep frying the eggplant negates all health value.)
(But as a girl who has only eaten raisins and cherry sours all day, I'm not one to start lecturing the room service peoples...)
(And eggplant is pretty much only worth eating fried.)
When the room service man came in he said that I didn't have a lava lamp or a pet fish.
I was all, "um yeah... I left 'em at home... (*nervous laughter*)".
He then informed me that I could call the front desk and order a lava lamp or a pet fish.
So, as soon as he left I called Mike (for the 12th time in 3 hours... but this was the first time that I wasn't crying... so progress...) and told him that I could get my own lava lamp or rent-o-fish!
He asked me what I was going to get and I informed him that I didn't really feel comfortable ordering a lava lamp without a black light to go with it...
So I hung up and called the front desk.
Front Desk: This is Chad at the Front Desk, how may I help you?
Me: I was just informed that I could order a pet fish. (I sort of expect him to laugh at me and tell me that it was just a joke that the service staff play sometimes: Convince the Hotel Patrons to ask for Ridiculous Things - CTHPTAFRT for short.)
Front Desk: A pet fish? I'll check to see if we have any available and I will send one up. (How many other people in the hotel are as desperate for company as I am that their rent-o-fish supply is on backorder?)
I was SO excited that they weren't playing a prank on me and that I would have a new pet.
Soon, a nice lady delivered "George" to me.
He's a betta fighting fish (Mike informed me that they don't actually fight and I told him that if they had any extra I'd put them together to test the theory... maybe I'm not quite responsible enough to take care of George...) and red and so pretty. Honestly, "George" just doesn't quite cut it as the perfect fish name for such a beautiful creature.
Especially if he's mine (at least until Sunday).
He needs a sexy name... a little exotic...
Edward! Oh wait... this computer's name is Edward, so that doesn't work (don't want to cause any sort of Mac vs. fish rivalry)...
So I decide to name him "Desmond" because Desmond is one of the best LOST characters and he has a sexy accent... duh.
So I took a bunch of glamor shots of Desmond George McFishy (complete with feather boa) and was all excited to introduce him to the world (slash 25 people who read this blog)... when I noticed that the ONE computer component that I left at home was my camera card reader!
(Seriously? I bring my external hardrive, but I forget this...)
So, his true unveiling will have to wait.
(I think that the fried eggplant is helping... I feel much better. Plus there are reruns of Friends on the TV, which REALLY helps.)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
On My Own: Part Three (100th POST!!)
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