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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Where to start?
It's hard to think back to more than a week ago. I just had a big lunch, so most of my body's energy is being spent on digesting. So, because I can't articulate myself enough to form paragraphs, I bring you BULLETS!!
- A few minutes after arrive at MW's, I got a call that my grandfather died. Bummer, but he was old and kinda mean, so my heart isn't broken.
- Because of the funeral, my parents went to SJ, leaving me with a 30lb turkey to cook, alone. I was a bit nervous, because I was being evaluated, but it turned out well, if I did say so myself.
- The rest of the weekend was mostly quietly. I saw Shark Tale, which was surprisingly good, and The Notebook, which is the absolute saddest movie I have ever seen. I never cry at movies, but this one had me sobbing and weeping.
- I found my Halloween costume. If it turns out, I'll hopefully post picture.
- I really wasn't looking forward to the conference. I was feeling inferior, young, inexperienced, and was expected a bunch of stodgy old people who have been in the business for years and had lost their passion for their work. After arriving at the lodge, after about 15 minutes after we settled in, there were a dozen bottles of wine on the table, and things started to look up. I didn't even have to have a roomate, because I took over an empty room, and stay in a loft for the remainder of the trip. It was this one, if you must know, this one, too, though I obviously stayed in the nice big bed up top. I wasn't a big fan of the place in general, but it wasn't awful.
- Back to our first night. I had drank my fill, and decided to go to bed. The conversation at my table had to turn to work, and policy, and was being dominated by a particular blowhard I will henceforth call BH. On my way up the stairs, I looked out and saw some smokers outside sitting on picnic tables. I hadn't introduced myself yet, and I was feeling particularly friendly, so I went outside to say hello. Turns out, they shared my opinions on BH, and cheers to me with their wine. They were a little sloppy, as was I. A few minutes later, the conference organizer (CO) came out, sat down, chatted a bit, got up and left. Turns out he left a joint on the table seat (on purpose). The women I were with older (one was in her 30's, the other was probably in her 50s), and I wouldn't have expected when I met them that I was be smoking weed with them soon after. I got completely wack-ass, and tried again to make it to bed. I was brave enough to take a shower (and the shower curtain was a neon green, casting a weird glow on everything. It was trippy, man.)
- The basic summary of the conference is this: I kick ass. When issues were being discussed, I'd jump right in and state my opinion. I was annoyed, actually, because all my other east-coast counterparts were very quiet about things that definitely affected them. BH dominated many of the debates, which I felt was potentially dangerous at the time because 1) he was one of 2 men, in a room full of women, who seemed too eager to hang over the power and 2) he is the largest, richest, most succesful of us (rather, his organization is). I, being the smallest, poorest, and probably least successful, I stood up to him several times. He was proposing several fundamental changes in the organization in the spirit of "fairness", but I reminded him that what he was proposing was fair to him, but no one else. Anyway, it's complicated, but I'm just proud of myself for standing up to big, burly businessman. I wonder if it hasn't any connection to my fantasy for wanting to fuck one?
- I had a great conversation with the CO. He thought I was great. I came thinking he was probably a bit of a dick, because he was unreliable. Now I know that he's a good guy, and he probably just has memory problems because of the pot. ;) He gave me his (and the organizations) support of I want to start something here. I was also very forthright about saying I don't believe I should be where I am. We had some very good and interesting conversations.
- One of the other nearby organizations said she would let me know if any jobs came up. Can't hurt.
- My second night was spent in Wakefield with my old roomates from university. We had supper at the Black Sheep, then went to the townie bar down the street. I met their respective boyfriends (one, a Irish/Aussie mix, the other a Quebecois who reminded me of MW in build and accent). We got mightly liquored (the owner fed us tequila) and I had a great time. Once they found out what I did for a living, I was suddently quite popular. Again, great time, and I hope they come down for a visit soon.
- The 3rd night was spent in Ottawa with my sister. We exhanged gifts, and had supper near the market. We had great conversations. More alcohol. Sigh. I hopped on a bus back to the lodge. Still more alcohol.
- We left the lodge the next afternoon. I stayed with my sister and her roomate, Robert. I love Robert. He's a bit of a party-pooper, but I'm glad my sis has him as a friend. We went for Indian food, that I'm pretty sure I'm still digesting. It was, as the Indian say... uhm... good. I met more of her friends, who were also really nice. It's weird, when you don't see your sister that often, to be compared, both aesthetically, and otherwsie, to her by all her friends. Sort of.. uncomfortable. Still, fun guys.
- The next morning, our last day in Ottawa, I had hit a wall. I was tired, and didn't feel like thinking anymore. I got a cab from my sister's place to the meeting site. I was about a half hour late, but it turned out that only a few people had arrive before me. As we waited for more people, it turned out that most people blew that whole morning off. Ah well. There was the AGM later on, which was great because the changes that the BH was proposing had been voted down. Woo. Democrazy works!!
- I travelled back home, though not because a quick stop connection in Toronto, which makes no sense. I got in around 11pm, and went to MW's place, eager for a peaceful, deep sleep. Instead, his icky, hairy, diseased roomate was violently ill all night. Every 20 minutes, we would hear "UUUUGGH..HAAAAAAAAACK.... UH-UH-WLAAAPFFF". It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
- It was great coming home to MW, though. I was exhausted and stinky and probably very unpretty, yet he was still happy to see me. He listened to me blab on about my trip, and how excited I was about things. It felt so good to be with him, I can't really describe it.
- Though, he could have been happy to see me because I got him a little gift.
That's pretty much it, in a nutshell. I have tons of laundry to do, and lots of stuff to catch up on. I'm still tired, but I'm sure I'll be good to go again by the weekend. Glad to be back, and blogging.
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