1. Today's "first line" title is not really a first line at all. Instead, I've opted for a favorite quote from the inimitable, and sorely missed, Molly Ivins. May she rest in peace, with relish.
2. I will write more about the race car experience. As soon as my head quits spinning and/or I can figure out how to distill the dual two minute experiences into less than 1000 words. Whichever comes first.
3. Despite the artsy funkalicious boutique-ish vibe to their website, and at significant risk of sounding like a totally horrid spoiled brat snob, the hotel where my conference is being held is not one inch short of disgusting.
4. Because I guess I am a spoiled brat, I made an executive decision and checked out of there on our lunch break today and moved into slightly nicer *cough* digs down the street.
5. You know what? Sue me and my snootiness. It's not that much more expensive with all my discounts, and even if it were, it's totally worth it if only for the peace of mind that comes with taking a shower without massive mold colonies for company.
6. There is a social dinner/drinking event tonight. I'm debating whether or not to go. I've thrown myself OUT THERE - which (as you know, because you know me so well) is very much against the grain of my nature's comfort zone - for two days now, and will again tomorrow morning before the conference breaks for good at noon. Would it really be so horrible for me to envelope myself in my cocoon, go to the gym for a short workout, shower, take myself to dinner (with wine), and then head back to the room (with wine) for a quiet evening in a luxurious bed with a good book, or maybe a movie, and no external demands whatsoever?
7. I'll answer that. No, it wouldn't be so horrible if YOU were doing it. So WHY then do I judge myself on a much harsher scale? To the point where even if I decide to do the alone thing, there will be a voice "tsk tsk tsk"-ing in the back of my head, right at the base of my neck, for the duration of the evening?
8. That one, I have no answer for.
9. I'm a Team Captain for this year's Relay for Life in Raleigh. This is an annual American Cancer Society fund-raising and community outreach event, and Relays are held all over the world (there are about nine being held in towns and communities within my immediate geography). I'm also serving on the planning committee, working on logistics and designing/producing this year's program booklet. This event is proving to be incredibly time consuming, and I'm loving every single second of my involvement. Or, more correctly, OUR involvement, seeing as I dragged my husband into my mess back in November. I'd say against his will, but I really don't think so.
10. Despite appearances, I don't tell you that to toot my own horn. I tell you that because two of my co-committee members are here this week, and we had a great conversation just now. I tell you that because 1 in 3 of us will be closely touched by cancer in some way during our lives. I tell you that here, in this place, because that stat is every single bit as true in your blogiverse as it is in your (so-called) real world. I tell you that because if you know someone participating in one of the 4,200 Relay events being held in 2007, you should commit to sponsor them. Or commit to participate yourself, for that matter. It matters. And now, I will shut up about it, mkaythanks.
11. It feels like I haven't really written here forever and a week. Noodled, noted, scribbled, scratched, yes. Written, no. It feels like maybe I never will again, for some reason.
12. While there are ever more and always expanding lists of things I can't explain, my life seems to be falling into a melodic rhythm in recent days. I've been putting some distance between the stressors I've allowed to hold me back and those things that matter most to my inner peace and sanity. I don't mean for that to sound all freaky mystical. I just mean to say, I'm finding a balance that makes me happy and brings much - and much needed - positivity to my world.
13. And on that thought, I say screw it. I'm doing what I want to do, not what some tsk-ing ninny inside my head is trying to guilt me into doing. I'm going to work out now. And then I'm going to ask someone at the front desk to recommend a quiet fine dining establishment within walking distance. After that? Well, if you know me like I know me, you'll know where to find me. You know?