|The best meal I had all day|
Mr. Mac had absolutely no interest in the convention but he wanted to go to Vegas (why?) so he was with me. We left the kids home. First time we left Mini-Mac without parental supervision for an entire weekend, too. It was less stressful than I expected.
Because he lost his job and because I had been told my contract on my job was not being extended past the end of this month, we seriously considered not going. But the plane fare and convention tickets were paid for and non-refundable. In those situations, it is generally better financially to go than to throw so much money away. Though of course the cash flow can be tight during the actual event.
I hadn’t been in Vegas for even an hour when I wanted to punch a kitten. More than once.
It started on the way into The Strip from the airport. The taxi driver took the long way around and ripped us off. One of the things I hate about Vegas is that I feel like people are constantly trying to rip me off. And here I was being ripped off as soon as I had set foot in the place.
Then, once we got to the hotel, these people from Wyndham Hotels kept coming up and “greeting” us and getting in our way in order to sell us timeshares and just generally being royal PITAs when we were trying to find the Registration Desk and the elevators to our hotel room and I came perilously close to punching one of them out. Luckily for her, I was able to get to our room before that happened.
In the meantime, I had been interviewing even before the news about my contract and when I got the news, I put my search into overdrive. I mean I put my resume up on Dice.com. At which point, my email and Google Voice mail started exploding. I even went on a job interview on my way to the airport!
Hey, who wants to go shopping with me?!
This brought up all sorts of memories of attending this conference two years ago and having a less than stellar time. In fact, I made a decision then to just not blog about it at all because I didn't want to discourage people from contributing to the charity which has done a lot of good for people who can't afford WLS. But I was unimpressed with the convention or how the organization was run and did not feel like my participation or energy was welcome by the organizers. So I just decided to shut up and leave them alone.
This year I went with the idea that I would go for the people, give them my $200 conference fee, but not much else, and not have very high expectations for the official convention. Yet, we hadn't even made it through the first event and already my low expectations were not being met.
Not to mention being hungry makes me cranky.
The evening's official entertainment was "meh" with a few exceptions including two excellent singers and a professional comedian. People started leaving in droves. I did my best to stay through the whole thing but near the end I had to pee so I missed the last number of the MC. It wasn't really my style anyway.
|This hairdo looks tasty.|
While we were standing around waiting to be seated, I ran into Mr. Mac! We rushed excitedly towards each other like two BFFs who hadn't seen each other in 10 years and were meeting at our High School reunion, not an old married couple who had been together just a few hours before. We were catching up on our evenings (And they didn't even feed me!) when another one of those annoying Wyndham people came over and practically shoved herself between us asking "Can I help you?"
I turned to her and I said "NO!"
She actually had the nerve to get huffy and say "It looked like you had a question." I gave her the same look I give my kids when they are trying to get away with crap and she slunk away. If two people could have looked less like two people who had a question, I don't know who they could be.
Mr. Mac joined us for dinner. He had dessert though since he had had dinner at a normal time. Then we went back to the hotel room and everyone else went off somewhere to have fun.
Naturally when we get back to the room I smell like cigarette smoke because Vegas is one big ash tray. Plus it's hard to go to bed when you've just had dinner. But I did eventually drift off and I just hoped that the next day would be less annoying.
I had a feeling it would be since I was really looking forward to one of the talks. (Part Two tomorrow.)