Yesterday there was a conference session given by a couple of guys from the New York Times. The session had something to do with multi-channel data integration or some such thing and it had some really good ideas.
Here's the important thing, though. The presenter was movie-star handsome.
I don't mean cute, cuddly teen-girl crush handsome. I'm talking for an adult woman, drop-dead, drop your panties handsome. Patrick-Dempsey-with-a-sprinkle-of-gray-in-the hair-and-beard, handsome
After the presentation, I joined the crush of female groupies, er attendees, pushing and shoving their way to give the man their business card. Only in a setting like this can a woman remotely get away with a "here's my number, we need to talk again SOON", and not look like a total slut.
In actuality what I wanted was a copy of the man's presentation so can I sound as smart as he is. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I swear to you this actually occured.
Me: "Hi there, my name is Kim Howard and I'm with Geary Interactive, an interactive advertising agency in San Diego and I'd love to get a copy of your presentation. Here's my business card."
GHONYTML (Gorgeous Hunk of New York Times Man Love), looking deeply into my eyes as he takes the card: "You look really familiar. Have we met before?"
Me (in my head): "You don't remember? The hot, steamy summer on the Cape? The cool, crisp autumn days in New York? I'm crushed you don't remember me!"
Me (out loud): "Um, no I'm sure I would remember if we had met before. I just have one of those faces that looks like your roommates best friend from college. You know what I mean?"
GHONYTML (laughing gently): "Yes, I know what you mean, but I feel like we've met before. I think the presentations from the entire conference will be made available online afterwards, but I'll be sure to send you a copy."
Me: "Thank you, I'd really appreciate it."
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As I drift off to sleep last night, I'm rewriting that conversation a million different ways in my head. Too bad I don't think as quickly on my feet as I do on the verge of sleep. Cie la vie.
I'm currently in San Francisco on business and I must say that I absolutely adore being back in this city again. I'm so glad that past memories of being here no longer haunt me and instead I can focus on why I loved being here so much in the first place.
However, my heart is no longer here. It is at home in San Diego with Boni. I miss him and can't wait to see him...
...might be time to think about taking down the Christmas tree.
NPR broke the news this morning that Kraft Foods actually ceased production of the hot grain beverage Postum last fall because of low demand. I wonder what Inez is going to do when the supply dwindles to the point that the only way to get some is to bid $100 for a jar on eBay? Maybe Pero will become the new drink of choice. Didn't Grandpa have a jar of this hidden in the back of his cupboard? I think he tried to pass it off to Uncle Sherman as instant coffee once. As if roasted grain tastes anything like roasted coffee!
I'm sad that something that is part of my cultural past doesn't exist anymore, but I have to admit that I would never drink it. To my way of thinking if you want something that is coffee-like, just have coffee. I would.
I have a few things that I want to get off of my mind -
1) I LOVE the smell of coffee and it's the one thing that as a card-carrying Mormon I struggle with staying away from (especially since the office started stocking Dunkin' Donuts coffee instead of just plain ol' Folgers). For some reason alcohol is no temptation at all, but coffee...mmmmmmm, coffee...
2) I bought a gift card to Starbucks for a friend for Christmas, but didn't give it to them. I'm now using it to buy myself blueberry muffins every morning for breakfast! Me bad?
3) I usually don't prepare my Sunday School lessons until Saturday, yet everyone thinks I spend tons of time on them. Do I need to set them straight?
4) My Christmas tree is still up and decorated. I find it odd that none of my friends mention this rather obvious fact to me.
5) I secretly hope that the new condos on the corner don't sell just because they're ugly and I hope the developer who tore down the lovely little bungalow that used to be there takes a financial beating as a result.
6) I used the coin toss method in deciding how to vote for the ballot initiatives during the primary election here.
7) I use caller id to screen my calls (yes, I'm avoiding you).
Not exactly a scandalous list is it?
