I‘m here in Dallas at the CNMC, and I’m having a great time! (Actually I’m writing this in advance to be posted later. It’s important to note that just in case something terrible happens at the conference before I have time to update the post. With my luck a zombie apololypse would break out, the undead attacking all the attendees as they scream in terror, and people would think, “That’s Jen’s idea of a good time?”)
While I was getting ready to go I remembered that they have a deal where I could get into the Catholic Marketing Network tradeshow too. When I looked at all the exhibitors and events involved with that, I just about passed out. I’m going to need some espresso on IV drip to check out all the cool stuff that’s going on here.
I was playing laundry catchup before I left, and when I tossed a load into the dryer, I looked back and see this:
Pop quiz about what I had just been washing:
A. Some burlap rugs that had been sitting outside for months.
B. Old rags from the attic.
C. OUR FREAKING BED SHEETS OH MY GOSH HOW DO I LIVE IN THIS PLACE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
The answer to the above quiz is C AHHHHH HOW CAN THIS REALLY BE MY LIFE?????!!!!!!!
Being at a hotel reminds me of a hilarious conversation I had last time I was at a hotel: I was in the lounge, and saw that the two people next to me had pieces of paper scattered all over their table. Each paper was a form that had been filled out by hand, and each included a picture of a woman. Based on the pictures, I suspected for a moment that they might be starting an escort agency. I ended up striking up a conversation with them when they needed to borrow a chair at my table, and it turns out that they were casting for a well known reality show. This particular show is usually considered to be the worst of the worst, the kind of program that makes you want to blow up your television and and/or stab your eyes out of utter despair for humanity.
Anyway, I learned through the casting assistant that the main casting director is a writer who writes fine literature, and immerses himself in high-concept, classic books in his spare time. Evidently he was having cash flow problems, and took the job with this reality show because it paid well. When he returned to the table I asked him how he liked the show, and he rolled his eyes and said, “I would never watch that garbage. I don’t think I’ve ever sat through an entire episode.”
Sometimes I see the show advertised, and I always laugh to think of the frustrated artist writer behind it.
Okay, now I’m at the CNMC (I’m writing this post over a series of days) and have met a bunch of great people. Here’s one of my favorite shots, me with the fascinating Sr. Anne Flanagan, a.k.a. the Nunblogger:
Have a great weekend, everyone!