The Seeds of Love

Since we're on the topic of gardening (yes, we are. Don't interrupt), here's one of my favorite Tears for Fears songs on the subject. Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride, open your eyes... and wait a minute, does that say the Daliy Chronicle?!?

Well, nobody's perfect.

Confessions (Part Whatever)

I was in Walgreen's this morning, and they were playing this.

OMG. Do you have any idea how much I loved this song when I was a freshman in college? In my defense I can only say that I never saw this video, never saw the movie "Karate Kid," and until about two minutes ago had no idea what Peter Cetera's hair looked like.

Go on, ostracize me. Tell me you didn't have a few questionable moments in the 80s.

The Rest of the Story

- yesterday morning, when the sponsored breakfast for the whole conference involved a skit for which they forced first-time attendees from the audience to participate in front of everyone.

We had to be a bunch of hungover fur trappers doing "YMCA" karaoke. Maybe you had to be there.

Yesterday there was a bunch of other stuff too, and today was the big day (for me anyway) with the high-profile events, and they went off flawlessly, but I am not claiming credit because the hotel staff here TOTALLY ROCKS, I am so serious, omigod you guys, you would not EVEN believe how awesome they are.

Omigod.

But you know, it's all over and I feel kind of let down. We've been working full-time on this since I started the new job. And now I will not be working with the host city contact anymore, or this hotel, and oh I don't know, it's kind of depressing. Unfortunately the dinner/dance (which the host city planned) quieted way down very early. Everybody's just exhausted, I think. I partied more last night. But the hospitality suite opens at midnight and I plan to go back down. And I did manage to get some dancing in, after making sure that the videographer had gone off duty.

It'll be good to go home tomorrow, and I don't think I'll go to Eeyore's this weekend, OR the Georgetown Red Poppy Festival, which those of you in the South Dallas region definitely need to check out; one of the coolest people in the world is involved in planning it and I bet it'll be awesome, maybe even as awesome as the staff of this hotel. Which, ooh! That reminds me! I met Robbie's coworker at the Travel Fair and she seems really cool, a very cute redhead (gentlemen prefer blondes, but Robbie apparently likes redheads better) but I was so exhausted I totally forgot to say "Psssha" to her. Honestly, it's the way I am after this week, I need to buy some peroxide.

See, they got a DJ downstairs who doesn't know how to read the crowd, is a big part of the problem. Anyway I will probably go back down and maybe wheedle another drink ticket out of my dear friend the CVB contact whom I may never see again (sniffle).

On the other hand, it is a Hawaiian luau-themed party, so yes: I have gotten leid while attending this conference. Thank you.

It's night. I'm never tired at night. It's the mornings that kick my ass.

Good Things

During the move in February, I lost one of the earrings from my very favorite pair. I have no idea where it could have gone. I had hoped it would turn up when I was cleaning out the apartment, but it was just gone. I was sad. My very favorite pair.

This weekend I finally picked up the one remaining earring to toss it - I've left it sitting on top of my dresser all this time. And saw its mate, sitting on the dresser just a few inches away from it.

Inexplicably good thing!

Today I went to the Gay Pride parade with one of my most bestest friends. He's one of my favorite people ever. He's smart and funny and warm and kind and clever and always fascinating and fun to talk to. We had such a good time! And crossing the street to find a good vantage point for the parade, I spotted a penny wedged into a crack in the middle of 4th Street. And not only did I get the penny, but (1) it was heads-up, and (2) I didn't get run over, not even clipped, in the process of retrieving it.

Fabulously good things!

The parade was wonderful: just an overall good vibe, with lots of happy friendly cheering laughing people, and a minimum of catty remarks about the lesbians from my companions. Many of the paraders were tossing out candy and beads and toys and, um, hair gel. Or whatever. I stepped forward and caught a strand of beads one-handed with my left hand. And I am a complete klutz!!

Surprisingly good things.

And I got home and after a while it occurred to me to check, idly, once more, for a song I've wanted to download for a long time, but it hasn't been available on iTunes. And now it is!

Cheese-i-licious goodness!