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In Which the Honeymoon Ends

It is indeed over. They served us corn flakes for breakfast. With bananas, of course. Oh, and an assortment of fruit-filled breads. Still, a clear sign that they had moved on without us. Snack-time was no better. Along with the coffee, they put out an assortment of Quaker granola bars. I took two. I know – – I’m a rebel. That, and there’s no lunch today.

I won’t be home until late. There’s an afternoon session that I don’t think I’ll attend. It’s an additional really technical thing for which I have no mode of reference, and one of the Veeps has already bailed, and the other said he wasn’t staying for it, so I’ll have a couple of hours to kill at the hotel. I’ll be able to do some critical reading and writing. I have plenty to do and appreciate the captive audience part of my situation, me being the captive.

At any rate, the concierge is my new BFF. He very kindly confirmed my flight, printed my boarding pass, and ordered a shuttle to the airport.

And by the way, people who use big words ALL THE TIME bug me. So do people who make a freakin’ running commentary on stuff that is really important and really serious, like, oh, SACS maybe. SHUT UP! Okay, I feel better now.

P.S. stupid questions bug me, too. Maybe I’m just bugged. LOL!

Overall, I’d give an A to the conference, in spite of information overload, and an A+ to the hotel. No, I didn’t “accindentally” pack the fluffy bathrobe.

The flight home, on the heels of some scary weather, was okay. There was an obnoxious child that annoyed me in the boarding area, and fortunately for me, kicked the back of someone else’s seat on the flight. The flight itself was less than great, but brief. We took off in stormy weather (not Lena Horne’s version), and had a bumpy ride. Let’s just say that the flight provided the up and down, side to side jarring that I managed to avoid by going to EPCOT with Deborah. The descent was like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.

Still, the pilot landed us safely, so he’s a contender for BFF along with the concierge.

There’s much to be said for Home Sweet Home.

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Another update, maybe not so long

Day 2

Breakfast was tasty – – certainly not the Holiday Inn continental breakfast. Among other things, there was a French Toast soufle. Yummy. I sat with some interesting folks and we actually had a fantastic conversation about boring educational stuff that was relevant and useful. It’s a good thing – – the first session today has killed me. Killed. Me. Proof that having a lot of degrees and being in a position of power and knowledge does not equal finesse in delivery. The presenter redeemed himself by speaking some unpleasant truths, which is either stupid or courageous.

The other sessions were greatly improved, but nothing tops the luncheon. Wow. I’m thinking that these good folks realize that they are on a mission to destroy us by “talking us to death” so they are making amends by feeding us to death.

I’m writing my recap of the day from the hotel bar, drinking a $6 domestic beer and munching on some potato skins. It’s all I can stand to eat after the grilled salmon luxurious banquet at noon. I didn’t really intend to give you the gastronomic tour of the conference, but here I am, contemplating taking a walk before retiring to the welcome solitude of my room.

Let’s just say I am intellectually exhausted from the information overload, and definitely socially exhausted by all the schmoozing and networking. I am currently sitting across from a woman who seems equally content to sip on her wine and avoid social contact.

Maybe there’s a good movie on the tube tonight. On second thought, I imagine it won’t matter. The minute I hit the bed I’m gonna be snoring.

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Update! Wow, this is long

The Flight

The flight to Orlando was pretty uneventful – – pleasant even, if you think squishing into coach for an hour or so could be pleasant. Nevertheless, it was, and here I am.

There was a woman on the flight that was screaming “educator” and while I’m going to be pretty careful about how I phrase this, the truth is, I look like an educator, too. I won’t go into too many details, but it involves sensible shoes and a certain alert-while-simultaneously-distracted look. I confirmed my brilliant analysis in the shuttle to the terminal when I saw that she was carrying a conference registration packet. In a totally out of character move (if given a choice, I’d rather not engage anyone in small talk, least of all a total stranger) I pulled a John Johnson and started a conversation. By the time we got to baggage claim, we had decided to share a taxi [hold onto your seat—a taxi from the airport is like $100 – – get out!].

My new friend and I stood around the information booth when the mob of other “educators” showed up. Lucky for us all, the folks who rented cars took us over. Phew! As a mob, teachers are pretty good with problem-solving.

The Hotel

Wow. What an incredible facility. I am so sorry that I am here alone and engaged in workshops instead of enjoying all the amenities with the family. Just with the room I am in heaven. After checking in and checking out the incredible room (comfy bed/huge TV/ delux bathroom/FLUFFY BATHROBE! I know I sound like a country bumpkin who only goes to Motel 6). I sat in the lobby and enjoyed the complimentary lemonade to the delicious and soothing sound of a beautiful fountain.

Could this be a spa and  work?

The First Session

I barely had time to settle into the room before I had to attend the opening session. I was totally prepared to doodle and write while tuning out the goofy stuff.

To my surprise, the speaker was totally engaging. She looks like Edna from The Incredibles. She could barely be seen from behind the podium, but her presentation packed a wallop (wollop? which one?). This was followed by an awesome reception. I was surprised by an open bar, but hey, I’m not complaining! Chicken tenders and bite-sized Cuban sandwiches rounded out the snacks.

I ended up back at the room, brewed a pot of coffee, and lounged in the lap of luxury while writing this longhand. I’ll have to hit the cybercafe early to get this posted. In the meantime, enjoying the juxtaposition of work and luxury.

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