Law School

Fact: The dogs had an overabundance of food in their food bowls when I left for Vegas on Friday.

Fact: The Big Guy said that they had food "flowing all over the place" on Saturday when he checked that everyone was still alive and hadn't murdered anything.

Fact: There was not a piece of food to be found anywhere when I got home Sunday afternoon.

Conclusion: The Saratoga Animal Shelter was the host of the most hip-happening canine party, the likes of which have not been seen in the High Desert in years. I'm sure Earl brought out the high quality shit and shared it with everyone. Perhaps there was even a small memorial service for Sarah Warah at the same time.

I was in Vegas for a teacher's union conference. To say I was not excited about going to Vegas is an understatement. To say I wanted to stayed home is an understatement. I was a big party pooper and did not leave the hotel. I barely left my room. I thought about leaving the hotel, but then decided that the view from my room that looked out over the entrance to Cesar's Palace was good enough for me. I don't want to alarm anyone, but according to the hotel information TV channel, I may have a gambling problem because I set limits ($20) but was unable to stick to them ($40.) (The admission that I was watching to the hotel information TV channel should be evidence of my party pooperness.)

There were three major highlights of the trip. The first was that one of the vendors was giving away stickies! And not just regular stickies, a little foldable wallet of various stickies.
I love stickies. Three years ago Shannon came and helped me clean out my classroom and she said, "Bethany, you know those people who just can't stop buying things? I think that's you and stickies. You have to stop buying stickies." And so I did. And it has been hard. The sticky display at Target calls my name every time I go and I stop and look longingly at all the stickies. I have, on occasion, put the stickies in my cart, but then took them back out thinking that Shannon would be so disappointed. But these little wallet sized sticky books were free. So I got the guys to let me have three. No you can not have one.

Highlight Deux was that the bathroom had a TV in the mirror.
The third highlight was that the presenter in the "Social Networking and blah blah blah" workshop told me, "I have two words for you: law school." And I thought, "I have three words for you: oh fuck no." I did not enjoy this workshop for the primary reason that the presenter was all over the place and wouldn't answer a damn question with a straight answer. Not coincidentally, she is a lawyer. I think lawyers have a hard time answering yes or no questions because the law is never yes or no. Anyways, it was making me mad. Also, she had made a Powerpoint, but the slides didn't have anything to do with what she was saying so I found that distracting and in poor form. All of which made me want to just be annoying. Luckily Martha was sitting next to me so she kept me busy by writing notes and so I wouldn't ask even more questions that wouldn't have been answered. I learned in the workshop that all of the videos I didn't take of my wild weekend taking flaming body shots and going back to the hotel rooms of loose men, should not be tweeted, posted or texted because I could lose my job. When we left, I gathered the papers and the notepads I used to write my notes to Martha, so I could burn them, because not even Nick Stokes hottie CSI would be able to reconstruct that.