Exciting Misadventures

So this past weekend I had a shoo-shoo load of stuff going on. Ugh. Friday night I worked the door at Woofs (volunteering for the softball team) and then I had to meet my friend Yangtze who was crashing at my place before he ventured to Six Flags. We sat on the couch and watched a terribly horrible movie called D.E.B.S. which was a really cheesy teen lesbian love story crossed with Mission Impossible.

Saturday had to get up early to go work at another softball fundraiser, our first golf tournament. So from 9AM to 1:30PM I was monitoring hole 18 for the "longest drive" with my friend L. Though we were talking very quietly, this one guy was quite rude in saying "Excuse me can you quit talking while I play?". I just responded with "I'm sorry." but what I really wanted to say was "Would Jesus have talked to me like that? I think not. I think he would have said 'Hey guys, I am not that great a golfer and it helps to have some 'shhh'' and smiled and winked. Don't get me wrong, I guess golf is a silent sport, but there are ways to talk to people, and there are ways to talk to people.

Speaking of ways to talk to people! I was bad. OH OH so bad. I even disappointed MYSELF in how I handled this one. Well "he who shall not be named" reponded to an e-mail I sent out to the team asking if we might could have practice after our golf tournament saying "excuse me, but I have things to do afterward...something called 'real life'". That was very unnecessary. I am amazed at all the unnecessary things we often do...including myself. SO with my friend in town, I told him I would be home around 1:30PM if he needed something. That meant I had to leave the golf fundraiser earlier so I went to tell Coach I had to go and "the nameless one" was giving me a little bit of attitude (not alot...but apparently I had been steaming on his attitude) to which I responded, "I have to go now...you know there's that thing called 'real life'" and I left and heard him attempt a retort about me saying it and then leaving but I just wanted to get out of his "zone of evil". :) Later I felt quite guilty myself at behaving like that. I mean...I stooped down to his level for a trivial moment of triumph. So...I learned a lesson...sometimes I should just shut my mouth. But it often sucks turning the other cheek all the time...

ANYWAY with the weekend raining out our softball games, I could have left early for my business trip to Baltimore, but I decided that I could still have fun getting there at 10PM and then going out on a Sunday nite...woah...I should have taken the remnants of Dennis into account because my flight left AT 10:30PM (two hour delay) and I got to the hotel at 1AM. I was like "screw this...I'll just go out tomorrow". Yeah yeah...Monday nite kind of sucked...but I'll get to that later.

So Monday I was giving a poster session (think standing there displaying your info and people come up and talk to you if they are interested) and though I didn't have too many people really interested, the few that did stop by were fun to talk to and very interested in what we had done. Our VP of Finance was at the conference and he stopped by and chatted for a bit then took my business card away with him (wonder what he's going to do with that?).

Once I was done I headed 8 blocks back to the hotel and changed and then scouted out their "gay" area of town and saw their Washington Monument and a cool church. Had lunch (a salad and a really fat burrito) and then headed toward the Inner Harbor where I wanted to see this American Progressive Artists Museum (but those bitches were closed!) but instead visited their aquarium. After looking at all the pretty fish (I love anything water related) I wandered around the shops in the area and didn't buy a damn thing. Shocker I know! OMG!

By the time I got back to hotel, took a bath, and got ready it was 9PM and I headed out to "Grand Central" as they were having karaoke (or Tia-oke as the drag queen hosting it called it). Met a nice guy named Wayne who kept me "chatty company" as we talked about the boys in the bar. There were some cute ones...and there were some cute ones that knew they were cute...and there were some not so cute ones that thought they were cute. Wow...apparently boys ARE the same all over the world :) There were a couple of good singers, but the rest was scaraoke. I had been drinking dark beer and that frells up my voice so no way was I going to get up there, but I applaud everyone that did.

Tuesday came home and just about CRASHED into bed. And now...now it's quitting time and I'm going HOME! :)