company's national sales meeting where 600 sales reps who are all clones of each other (it's seriously a small nation of beautiful and energetic ex-sorority presidents and ex-minor league baseball players with cutthroat, competitive personalities who've decided they can coerce stressed our professors into adopting our textbooks) will be immersed in products, products, products for 6 days straight. And, according to the weather report I just checked, it will be 6 rainy days straight. I, the once-in-a-blue-moon beautiful, lethargic, ex-sorority just-a-member with a lazy and whatever-happens-happens personality who's decided it'd be cool to get a professor to change books if he feels like it, am not all that excited. It's like publishing boot camp where every activity and session are so regimented that a control freak like me has a hard time relinquishing her control. Plus, I'm a homebody and I don't like being away from home unless I'm away with my fiance or my family -- preferably in a tropical locale.But, in the effort to find some sort of silver lining, at least this NSM is in San Francisco, a mere up-and-down plane ride away. The summer NSM was in
Orlando, Florida and that was, well, rough. August. Orlando. I resembled Monica Gellar in Barbados. Yeah, try looking professional and on top of your game with a Brillo pad coif like that! Thank goodness San Francisco isn't humid in the wintertime, and even though it's supposed to pour, I'll be couped up in meeting rooms all day that no one will have to make room for my Jew fro that's usually disguised as sleek straight hair (thank you Chi!).
So, if I can, I will try to write from my meeting. Who knows, it might be fun. I was in Boston three weeks ago for a training that I was equally dreading and ended up making some pretty cool friends and enjoying a very fun night out that lacked quite a bit of sobriety (the next day, however, not as enjoyable). While I will not be a party girl this time around (seriously, that showing was like some freak Uranus eclipse or something that only happens once every 3,542 years) because, please, my boss will be there and I have to "perform," maybe I'll consider removing that very large stick from my ass and try to make the best of it. That's what B keeps telling me anyway: "just go and make the best of it." Yes sir, mister man!
In Wedding World, I am happy to report that we have the following vendors taken care of:
photographers (how I heart eight20photography!)
videographer
florist
invitations
officiants
dress
tux
bridesmaid dresses
this means, then, that I still need to handle cake, linens, and small items like the ketubah and similar Jewishy things. The only crafty thing I intend to do are paper related projects -- table numbers, escort cards, menus and programs. I feel like I am pretty much on my way to frolicking down the aisle. That's just cool.
Well, I suppose
I will finish packing and spend some time with B. My head is playing a little Eagle Eye Cherry circa 1998 -- some "Save Tonight" action. I loved that song back in the day and it's super relevant to right now: I don't want the night to be over because then that means I have to leave!
Oh wait, I'm supposed to make the best of it. Ooooooookay.
Orlando, Florida and that was, well, rough. August. Orlando. I resembled Monica Gellar in Barbados. Yeah, try looking professional and on top of your game with a Brillo pad coif like that! Thank goodness San Francisco isn't humid in the wintertime, and even though it's supposed to pour, I'll be couped up in meeting rooms all day that no one will have to make room for my Jew fro that's usually disguised as sleek straight hair (thank you Chi!).So, if I can, I will try to write from my meeting. Who knows, it might be fun. I was in Boston three weeks ago for a training that I was equally dreading and ended up making some pretty cool friends and enjoying a very fun night out that lacked quite a bit of sobriety (the next day, however, not as enjoyable). While I will not be a party girl this time around (seriously, that showing was like some freak Uranus eclipse or something that only happens once every 3,542 years) because, please, my boss will be there and I have to "perform," maybe I'll consider removing that very large stick from my ass and try to make the best of it. That's what B keeps telling me anyway: "just go and make the best of it." Yes sir, mister man!
In Wedding World, I am happy to report that we have the following vendors taken care of:
photographers (how I heart eight20photography!)
videographer
florist
invitations
officiants
dress
tux
bridesmaid dresses
this means, then, that I still need to handle cake, linens, and small items like the ketubah and similar Jewishy things. The only crafty thing I intend to do are paper related projects -- table numbers, escort cards, menus and programs. I feel like I am pretty much on my way to frolicking down the aisle. That's just cool.
Well, I suppose
I will finish packing and spend some time with B. My head is playing a little Eagle Eye Cherry circa 1998 -- some "Save Tonight" action. I loved that song back in the day and it's super relevant to right now: I don't want the night to be over because then that means I have to leave!Oh wait, I'm supposed to make the best of it. Ooooooookay.
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