twenty-something

I am staying home from work today. It's almost 3PM on a Monday as I begin writing, and I am still in bed, in my undies, listening to Sarah McLachlan, and loving every stinky moment of it. (How's that for a mental image?)

I am just returning from a four-day venture to a Marlboro, MA for a Campus Activities conference, and I am taking a day of rest. It was four days of loud music, bad comedy, matching t-shirts, and "Ride That Pony." Waking at 7AM and passing out at 3AM, only to do the same thing the next day. Overall, it was mostly fun but most certainly always exhausting.

Sadly, little of any interest to those who weren't at the conference happened, or at least nothing I'm willing to put the effort into making into something particularly dramatic, enticing, or funny.

Two items I'll share:

(1) Mr. Belding (or at least the actor that once played him on Saved By The Bell) was there, like always, and he looked sadder and drunker than ever. On the last night, at the hotel bar, where I sad on an uncomfy stool, Mr. Belding drunkenly pressed up against me as he closed out his tab, awkward and inebriated, hopefully unaware that he was touching me, hopefully not coming onto me in any way, shape, or form. I could've given him the satisfaction of turning around to greet and recognize him, but I couldn't muster up any enthusiasm. So he paid his hefty bill, removed his hefty gut from me, and went on his unmerry way.

(2) There was also a mystery man there at the conference, not a celebrity, but a fellow professional. I knew him and he apparently knew me -- or so he told one of my students. He looked and seemed familiar, but I swear I have never met him. He was balding and slightly chubby, but he was cute and, inexplicably, sexy. Especially when he wore his Sox hat. I could have gone up to him to introduce myself, but then again, this "Chad" person could've done the same. We made crazy eye contact at times, but always kept our distance. Maybe we could've had crazy conference booty calls. But that's all past.

So I guess I still do have a serious boyfriend waiting for me at home, and maybe that's why I didn't answer any real or imagined conference booty calls. In fact, I came home to him yesterday and we spent some quality time with fast-food Chinese and The Simpsons. How deliciously domestic.