So I was ever so slightly late to work this morning (no really, I pulled in the parking lot at 7:02 for 7:00) for quite possibly the stupidest reason ever. I walked out of my apartment building this morning and couldn't see my car in any of its usual locations. After a moment or two of panic (I mean really, I'm preparing to throw my car a 21st birthday party in 2014, who would steal it), I realized that I had driven it to a coffee shop last night and then forgot that I drove, since I rarely do to this particular coffee shop, and walked home. My co-workers all laughed at me.

After some careful analysis of bug spray, (by which I mean I wore it on a semi-regular basis for a while) I've come to some conclusions about what it does and does not do. 

Things bug spray does:

• Makes your lips numb
• Causes a burning sensation when mixed with water and/or sweat
• Makes clothes smell funny
  

Things bug spay does not do:

• Prevent your being covered in mosquito bites
• Prevent you finding a tick in your armpit

Today I hatched a plan to run away and join the circus become a living history interpreter.  In just six years I could be a journeyman weaver.  Who wouldn't want to be that?

1. It is not appropriate to bring your baby/toddler to No Country for Old Men.  Also, when said toddler feels the need to escape from your clutches, moving to the front row to give it more room to roam is not the correct response. 

2. What I like to call "that cool swivel move" is in fact a part of Lindy Hop.  It is called swivels, less clever than many a name, yet descriptive none the less.  Unfortunately, despite promises to the contrary, they did not teach it to us at the fundamentals workshop I attended. 

3.  We stay at nicer hotels when the client makes the choice then when our company makes the choice.

4.  Scheduling business meetings for 6pm is not cool.  It causes cranky employee. 

5. Don't Veer for Deer.  Don't I love instructional videos. 

6.  Paying the utilities works better when you put stamps on the envelope. 

7.  The Beauty and the Beast video now has another song. 

I was awoken last night by the sounds of loud pounding on my hotel room door.  I thought I had overslept and every one was trying to leave, as this is the last day of our ten-day (Travel day), but my phone  said it was 1:05  not 7:05.  Looking out the little peep hole I saw someone who might have been Jill - between the peep hole distortion and my lack of glasses I couldn't be sure - so I  opened the door with the safety latch on. 

The woman on the other side: Do you have a cigarette?
Me: No
Her: Okay, thanks. Bye
Me: *shut door*

Why in the world was this woman randomly knocking on hotel room doors in search of a cigarette at 1:00 in the morning? 

Well, I have a new entry for the strangest way anyone's ever spelled my name: Alician.

This ransom note has be left on my livejournal by some dastardly thief. I can only hope she releases her demands soon, as I leave for Kansas early tomorrow morning. Who could take a poor, defenseless paperweight?

    I have a new apartment!  It is terribly cute with high ceilings, huge windows, and best of all my room is blue.  Not sad blue either, toilet bowl blue.  Also said apartment is within walking distance of pretty much anything I want to go to, so on my four days I won't ever have to get in my car.  Score!
    I also have a new roommate.  I'm thinking this will work out due to the fact that we discussed European men in speedo's during my audition.  For the record, we are both against them.  Well really any man in a speedo, unless his is, in fact, competing in an organized swimming event at the semi- or fully- professional level.  Just Saying.    

So, the random guy who gave me the Dr. Pepper in the laundry room the other day gave my roommate Naomi a six pack of Sprite. 

A conversation:

Naomi: Any reason for the soda?
Random Man: I hoping you don't have a man.
Naomi: <panicked look> Um, I kinda do.  Do you want your soda back?
Random Man:  Nah, that's okay. 

This begs the question: Does this man try to get with everyone in the hotel by giving them soda, or can he just not tell the difference between Naomi and I. 

I'm sitting here in the Guest Laundy Room of the Holiday Inn Express in Sulphur Louisiana next to someone I don't know's jeans, boxer shorts, and one dollar bill.  Just thought I'd share.

ETA: Random guy felt the need to give me a six-pack of Dr. Pepper.  Also, the one dollar bill is now gone.