Gutter Ball.

So, I'm going back to Chicago this week, for a conference.

Now, do you remember what happened the last time I went to Chicago for a conference?

The Southern Gentleman happened. And he needs another name, which I've already given him, I just haven't shared here: The Non-Bowler.

A friend of mine had a boyfriend once, and she experienced a similar bedroom horror as I did with the SG. One time they went on a double date to a bowling alley, and his friend commented what a horrible bowler he was, that he had no rhythm. And that explained everything!

Thus, the SG becomes the Non-Bowler.

Anyway. So, I'm going back to the scene of the crime. And what's even goofier is that I feel the same way as I did before the conference in November, all anticipatory (not for the conference, just for life) and ready to meet someone, and like my life is about to take an exciting turn.

In any case, I'm staying at the Drake! I've never stayed at the Drake, never even had tea there, and I lived within 10 miles of it the entire time I was in Chicago. So no matter what else happens, it should be a good time.

Comments

[nutty mummy]

this is funny and I know exactly what you mean... About the non bowler:) I had an experience a long time ago now... Where I actually rolled my eyes at.... Well at myself really and at him. I was so bored I couldn't contain it :) suffice to say.... Not the best I've ever had :)

Good luck at the conference! Xxx