bovinehost
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Friday, upon arrival, we all got our gift bags. Cool! I was especially taken with the "THAT TOP SUCKS" BFR shirt. Where else can you get one of those?
So I tucked my bag in over by the side of the stage. The sun went down, so I tossed my sunglasses in the bag. I got the Steve Barr Betty Ford Scholarship Award and put that in there, too. And was halfway back to the hotel in the bus when I thought, "My gift bag!"
Talking to Beth on Saturday, she said that everything vaguely related to EBMM had been packed up in the truck and that it was no doubt in there. Cool. I could pick it up at the factory later.
Only everyone was really busy, and so was I, and I didn't want to bug anyone. But the Gift Bag Fairy appeared and replaced my gift bag anyway. Wow. No shades, no award, but hey, something is better than nothing. WAY better.
So being a genius, I tucked my bag in over by the side of the stage.
Sounding familiar?
But no, this time I checked on it from time to time; still safe, still there, I wasn't going to forget it. End of the night on Saturday, I go to retrieve my stash.
Not there.
Derek sees me standing there, staring at a blank space on the floor and becomes concerned for my well-being and general sanity. I tell him the story. "Oh, your gift bag was in my office earlier today, let's go get it." Yeah!
We poke around some, but it isn't there. Perhaps God or some other more capricious deity is determined to deny me my gift bag. I don't know. And after a weekend like the one we had, I wasn't really going to complain. After all, it was my own stupidity (and Gary Hanser's Bombay Sapphire) that caused me to forget the thing at the Yacht Club.
Just a minute ago, the doorbell rang. The UPS guy. Hmm, I did order some new business cards.....whoa, that's a big box of business cards!
But no, not business cards at all. It was my original bag! My shades are wrapped up nicely in foam to keep them safe, and the shipping tape says "Hi Jack! Beth".
So this was my long-winded way of saying that Beth is just the best.
xoxo
Jackie
So I tucked my bag in over by the side of the stage. The sun went down, so I tossed my sunglasses in the bag. I got the Steve Barr Betty Ford Scholarship Award and put that in there, too. And was halfway back to the hotel in the bus when I thought, "My gift bag!"
Talking to Beth on Saturday, she said that everything vaguely related to EBMM had been packed up in the truck and that it was no doubt in there. Cool. I could pick it up at the factory later.
Only everyone was really busy, and so was I, and I didn't want to bug anyone. But the Gift Bag Fairy appeared and replaced my gift bag anyway. Wow. No shades, no award, but hey, something is better than nothing. WAY better.
So being a genius, I tucked my bag in over by the side of the stage.
Sounding familiar?
But no, this time I checked on it from time to time; still safe, still there, I wasn't going to forget it. End of the night on Saturday, I go to retrieve my stash.
Not there.
Derek sees me standing there, staring at a blank space on the floor and becomes concerned for my well-being and general sanity. I tell him the story. "Oh, your gift bag was in my office earlier today, let's go get it." Yeah!
We poke around some, but it isn't there. Perhaps God or some other more capricious deity is determined to deny me my gift bag. I don't know. And after a weekend like the one we had, I wasn't really going to complain. After all, it was my own stupidity (and Gary Hanser's Bombay Sapphire) that caused me to forget the thing at the Yacht Club.
Just a minute ago, the doorbell rang. The UPS guy. Hmm, I did order some new business cards.....whoa, that's a big box of business cards!
But no, not business cards at all. It was my original bag! My shades are wrapped up nicely in foam to keep them safe, and the shipping tape says "Hi Jack! Beth".
So this was my long-winded way of saying that Beth is just the best.
xoxo
Jackie
