So this weekend my daughter is going on a youth group convention. Of course, she needs like 50 things for 3 days. Among them are an Angry Birds t-shirt, which I had to go out in the rain today to purchase when I just wanted to stay home in bed, pretzels & frosting (I'm told it's their official snack).
Conventions. Makes me think of a bunch of people from Omaha standing around a hotel lobby drinking scotch. I have never been to a convention, so I don't really know what people do or don't do. Name tags? After hours karaoke? Maybe I'm thinking of traveling salesmen, like in that movie with Paul Giamatti.
I don't think my daughter will be doing any of those things. Especially the scotch. Personally I hate scotch. I would drink a dirty martini. I would not wear a name tag. Unless I wrote a fake name. Oh, if you want a perfect martini try Mermaid in Hewlett. Perfect. Not kidding.
This week on TV. My new obsession is Extreme Cougar Wives — 76 year olds married to 21 year olds. Withcraft wedding ceremonies. Haven't watched it, you say? Big mistake. The level of insanity on this show is not to be believed. My husband thinks it must be staged. I'm not too sure. Watch!!!
That's about it.
