The Seminar

So with the late shut down I was late getting home and I had to get up quite early (yes on a Sunday!) for a meeting in F, the town south of here. The meeting started at 10 so I had to be to town by 8:30 to get everyone together and get rolling. One person was missing from the group that was meeting. I had to drive all the way back across town to get him. I could not remember if Cowboy was in on the conversation that I stated “we will all meet at the office at 8:30.” We went to the house that he live at, the door was locked so I pounded on the window. The gal that was with me asked “are you sure that is his room?” Yes, I have picked him up here twice before to take him to the airport. I know that this is his room. *But still questioning my knowledge and hoping that it was the right window.*

It never dawned on me until later that he can not actually look out the window because it is ground level from the outside. Inside the window is ceiling level. So with him not answering the window I decided that he could stay here. We’ve got to get moving so not to be late.

As we were pulling away from the curb he hobbled out (still suffering from his fall off of that bull) and said that he was going. With that we left BM (not bowel movement) one of my new “kids” there to wait for him while GW (*goat woman another new “kid“) and I went to get gas. I decided right then that I needed more gas.

When we arrived in F we had been right behind but out of site of BM and Cowboy. We all arrived at the same time.

BM drove the company van down for our speaker to use because car rental was too expensive. They wanted me to drive the van but I can not drive a van I would crash and burn. I didn’t even have to drive my car GW drove and that was a good thing. We would still be trying to get there if I had been driving. Most of the time I do not have the need for speed.

The four of us walked into the meeting room and Chickadee was already there and waiting for us.

Cocky comes strolling in. He filled the room with the aroma of stale booze. He was at a bachelor party Friday night and the wedding Saturday night. Can you imagine how he looked? Yep, Mr. Pretty Boy was not so pretty and smelled even worse.

*~*Now maybe I was the only one that could smell it because my sniffer picks up on that aroma in a heartbeat. I even had to give Cowboy a piece of gum because I could smell his breath too. It is a common aroma around my house these days and I am none too happy about it.*~*

The Little Drunk comes bouncing in.

Hail, Hail the gang’s all here. Oh wait! Where is Curly?

Curly was a no-show!

I had already been to this seminar in Las Vegas so when he was showing the video on customer service I would laugh at most of the introductions. Then I got the giggles. That happens to me when I get over-tired.

Two hours pass and the seminar is over. I showed our seminar leader where the van was, and we all stood outside (what a beautiful day!) and decided where we would go for lunch. Chili’s it was. So I let BM drive my car since he knows his way around F. Cowboy, Goat Woman, Chickadee, and I all pile into my car and we followed The Little Drunk and her boyfriend to Chili’s.

I had a voice mail on my cell phone that I left in the car. Curly had over-slept. I tried to get a hold of him to tell him that he still had time to drive to Bismarck for the 7 o’clock meeting there. (I don’t know when they are having the seminar there) But I got his voice mail so I did not leave one. I would have hated for him to drive all the way across the state for a seminar that is not even being held. A joke can only be taken so far.

I will not go into details but let me just say that this was my second visit to Chili’s and I was not impressed on either visit. No more Chili’s for me.

We dropped Chickadee back at her car and headed home with Goat Woman behind the wheel.

*I do not call her Goat Woman in a naughty way. We had a good laugh on the way to F. She was telling me that she has Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome ~ PCOS. So she has some facial hair that grows under her chin. You would have to know this woman to find the humor in all this. No PCOS is not a laughing matter it is not funny for any woman to have facial hair but she makes the jokes about herself. She decided that since the city has approve having little coffee huts in every parking lot in the city that she should put up a hut and charge people to see “A Goat Woman.”*