Conferences

2005-04-04 - 4:57 p.m.

I hate the awkwardness of these National conferences. There's a handful of people here who I kinda know, so it's just weird. Oh, and the people who I "kinda know" apparently brought their best friends from work here with them.

Here are my options:
1) Be the pathetic clingy girl who is always asking people, "So what are you doing for dinner? Can I come, huh, can I?"

2) Be the scary pathetic single woman at the bar during happy hour. I really do want a mojito, desparately even-- but am I willing to forgo my dignity for one? Hmmm. And invariably, creepy middle-aged architects who left their wife and 3 kids at home in Fort Worth think this is their chance to sleep with the drunk, lone young girl.

3) Be the elusive conference goer who spends a lot of time alone and drifts reluctantly towards my hotel room when the day's sessions are over. As you can see, so far I am living in Category 3.

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