There's a whole lot of rhythm goin down

During the course of my trip to ATL I believe I divulvged the name of this blog. So-you know who you are and if you happen to be reading this-make yourself known and be prepared. I'm scandalous....But I've gotten pretty good about the naming thing. Naming is very powerful.
Being in ATL for AFS was different from being there for JJW. In that the choices for places to get beer was limited. But there was plenty of beer.
Here's the highlights and explanation as I see fit...
Pushing a Buick up a mountain
Seeing Rock City (from a distance)
Getting to the conference with 1 minute (really) to get to my volunteer shift at the Reg desk
Talking cheap motels with MOJo
The big fat confusion at the reception-I had to check into the hostel. My bags were in the car. The keys were slightly too hard to get. No-wait! We're going to go get a burger and beer. Oh look! Another person to schmooze with! I'm really hungry. Let's go. But first let's chat with this person right here. I'm going to gnaw my arm off. Fuck it. I'm going. We'll be right there. AHHHH!!!!!! I'll walk. You won't walk. I have to GO! (repeat for 45 minutes)
Walking into the common area in the hostel "Anybody gotta beer I can buy off ya?" Several beers arrive-free, cuz ladies shouldn't have to pay for beverages. Staying up too late drinking while some young Australia boy sang Pancho and Lefty.
Sleeping late on Thursday (all of 9am! I am such a REBEL.)
Conference stuff...la la I do think I need to hypothesize and ramble on about the conference. I got a lot out of it. It was informative and eye opening. I had more fun on the periphery. The edges of culture, the Other-if you will allow me to use this negative term (only to create a readable dichotomy of course) are much more fun to hang with. Gradual students-revel in our liminality.
ANYWAY-there's this conference going on and lots of professionallism and I was getting (during regular business hours) lots of great information about what it means to be in this field I've chosen. Meeting people, seeing what's being presenting, finding myself capable of seeming at least somewhat professinoal. I was thrilled and the amount of fun that i had (nerdy-academic fun) was great. I got to put the droning voices to the droning writing. It was all one could ask for.
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Around the conference was the usual. Chatting over coffee-meeting at the hotel bar. There is a project in the hotel bar. Only there will a sane and reasonable person pay $5 for a domestic beer. Only in the bar culture is chicken strips (no fries, no slaw) a good idea at $8 a basket. Only in the hotel bar does money stop having meaning and beer become currency.
The first great hotel bar story was on Thurs. I was down there not arguing something related to being all folked up (I think having to do with fan culture----or maybe the Cosby show----maybe both---fuck if I know) There Iwas all happy drinking and kickin it and two guys walk up and I'm not the brightest or most observant person at all really so I think they're probably members of my party. They swarmed about me as soon as my fellow Barfly walked off for a moment. They wanted me to "tell them a story." I replied that telling them a story would be contingent on them buying me alcohol. They agreed. I told a Todd story-KK Rider. There was even singing. It was obviously not my story. But I tell stories fairly well. I'm not great-but anyway-it was worth a couple of drinks. Then the night went a bit weird. Other people from the dept showed up. They acquired beverages. The blatantly sexual that aligned themselves with the peeps I'm kickin' it with this post (a rant for a time when I feel it's worth discussing) got exactly what she pretends she didn't want (oh that sounds awful-as if by looking for sexual advances she would be deserving of whatever....that's unpleasant) I guess I got very drunk. That's what I was told the next day. That's the rumor that got back to me. I was tossed into a cab even tho I was only staying a couple of blocks away. I don't know-I've been drunker. Lots drunker. Maybe not in a situation that allowed for such chatting but...Sigh... For what that's worth. That's really not worth the paper it would be printed on if it was that kind of correspondance.
Friday. Woke up. Feeling like-well-better than I should-but bad enough thanks.
THe morning started up fine-I got dressed I had breakfast I went upstairs and my glasses were broke. Two pieces....one a lense and the frame. I flipped out-calling my parents in a fit of misery....I can't see without them. Then the oddest thought was pointed out to me---super glue. They'll never look nice but I can look out of them. I missed a panel and a professional develpment panel. I was a cranky goat girl...The day got better....Then it got hilarious....
I'll be telling about it on the morrow...When I'm not all tired and loopy.
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