Sigh. I start off on a quiet note. Relaxing behind the 3 by 6 skirts, attendees go right, attendees go left. However, despite the usual expectation of others that I am bored , I am not. I am content. Quiet. They flock towards the sliced roast turkey and anxiously wait their turn at the desert table. I sit quietly observing their chaos and yet amidst their rushing this is my quietest time. Gazing at the eye candy that the conference center staff provides. I am thankful my boss chose a place with so many cute men. Perhaps it was fate.

The music here makes me want to climb the walls. I would imagine they consider it high class and calming. I however, find it makes me tap my foot at cheetah speed, my head is running in circles. I am just thankful I have been lent a cute little iBook G4 for my day otherwise I am sure I would twist my hair into snarls.

AND on that note. I enjoy a good beehive like the next guy. Sure, they are pretty impressive and mysterious (i.e. What you hiding in that weeve sista gurl? ask Heidi Klum she said ‘Snacks’ in this months Glamour). Heck yes if I could work it I would too. We ALL would. I think the key is making a valid attempt to not over do it (VERY IMPORTANT) and let’s also try to avoid the crack whore look, but that is a different story. Or is it? Smirk.

Ahhhhhh. Well there you go then, got that off my chest. Sigh.

I’m off . . . Dizzy Gillespie gots me on the move again.