Yet Another Recycling Conference, Part 3

I woke up on Tuesday morning with a frog in my throat. I thought, "must be all that wine I had last night." Got to the booth at 7:45. A. rolled in at her usual time of 8:45. The conference was pretty quiet. I guess a lot of people were still feeling the effects of the previous night. A. decided to attend one of the meetings - "Status of Trash" - while I hung out at the booth. The exhibits were supposed to be open until noon, but everyone started packing up at 10:30. So I started packing up, too. A.'s mom and boyfriend showed up around 11 and they helped me take the booth apart. So A. managed to avoid both the construction and tearing down of the booth. What a life! After the booth was packed up, me and M. and A.'s mom sat around and looked at each other for an hour. Then A. came back from her meeting, and proceeded to get on her cell phone for 45 minutes. The other three of us grabbed lunch (sandwiches) and ate while listening to A. talk and talk and talk.

At 1:30 we went down to the lake for a scenic boat tour of Lake George. It was nice. Very pretty. And chilly. I probably should have sat downstairs inside the boat but I wanted to see the lovely scenery and stuff. After an hour of that I was thorougly frozen. I went back to my room at 3:30. A. was going to figure out how to fit all the booth stuff in her car, with her mom and her boyfriend and all their luggage. I figured I didn't need to be around for that, especially since I had practially packed all that stuff up myself. So there.

I went to my room and took a hot shower. Remember the little frog in my throat? Well, by this time it has become a horrible aching sore throat. And my ears felt itchy. I decided to lay down and take a nap. I woke up at 6 feeling miserable. Pounding head, itchy sore throat, cough, stuffy ears. Bleh. I was supposed to meet A. and the gang at 6:30 for dinner and CASINO NIGHT (probably involving free alcohol). I called A. and croaked, "I'm not coming. I'm dying. Have fun without me." I stayed in and called room service and watched Sex and the City on TBS.

Wednesday morning I woke up feeling even worse. I took a shower (that seemed to help a bit) and packed up all my stuff. A. called to find out if I was ready for her to drive me to the airport and she sounded a little froggy. HA HA! She's got the same thing I do, just a day later! HA HA HA HA. I know it's not nice of me to be amused by another's misfortunes. So what? HA! I could tell she wasn't feeling very well because there were actually whole MINUTES of no conversation in the car to the airport. Amazing.

There was a bird inside the airport. It was pecking at the window, obviously trying to get out. I told one of the airport employees and he said "There's lots of birds in here. Try not to get pecked." Nice attitude.

I got home at 4 pm. There were about 10 messages on my machine that I didn't bother to listen to. I figured they could wait and if not, too bad. The dog was VERY excited to see me. Timmy was less excited to see me - he doesn't want to catch whatever it is I have contracted.

So that's it. Until the next recycling conference in two weeks. That one will also be with A. and I think her mother. Oh joy!