I heard today that our event on Friday was a smashing success and the restaurant graciously let everyone hung around well after the specified end time. I suppose that makes it worth the eye-twitching, migraines and butterflies. I hate event planning.
Two out of control weeks out of fifty two should feel better than this time last year, when I was plotting my escape and my eye twitched wildly every day. It doesn’t really though.
After I finished restoring order to our stuff at the hotel conference room I was to go back to the event and have some drinks with my department. The CLE panels had gone way over-time though. I just wanted to go home – that is is not my world anyway. So I struck out along King and some random guy hit on me, right there on the street (it took me a minute to figure out what was happening). I must have looked like a woman of some concern in my high heels, freshly red hair, bulging accordion folder in hand. I was, after all, the only person who knew it was full of caramel corn and pretzels.