Friday, March 30, 2007

Wigs and more

Fake hair seems to be all the rage among the women here - mostly the black women, but none are excluded. I've seen wigs of all shapes and sized, extensions, mullet extensions, hair-pieces, and a feaux fur coat. Our coordinator today was an energetic lady named Terry who suffers from a condition called alopecia which is basically hair-loss. She had a fantastic wig on. It looked like real hair - we really didn't believe her until she lifted her wig up for us.

This morning we woke up late and consequently we weren't able to shower. This is the one moment in my life that most nearly approaches a tragedy - Grecian in its proportions.

Tonight is what we lovingly label the "Friday Freak-show." This mostly comes from the fact that we're dealing with people who come to an internet conference as their Friday night entertainment. Tonight we had women showing up in everything from nursing scrubs to sequined dresses, truly a hodge-podge of the Atlanta gentry.

Danielle and I continue to have more fun as every day passes. This occurs for several reasons:
First we're really laid-back and the other two guys on the team are quite high-strung which makes for entertainment galore. I'm not counting our speaker because we don't really have regular or prolonged interaction with her.
Secondly we just love messing with people. Everything from wrong directions and bathrooms in the bushes, to donating your shoes to charity and eating monkey brains for dinner. It's been a delightful romp across the greater Atlanta area. We've decided that when I become a speaker, she's going to be my permanent sales rep. Now we just need a young, laid-back, yet hard-working manager to complete our mega wonder team of doom!

Carrabba's has good food. Their crab cakes are excellent.

When over a hundred women gather in a constricted hallway, few good things happen. Luckily that didn't last long.

Our speaker has lost her voice. Unfortunately I believe that I'm closer to the bottom of the replacement chain than the top. Fortunately she can still present, so we won't really have to worry about finding out exactly where I stand.

Tomorrow, the pink tie's a-comin'-out. And this sentence is yet another moment for those of you who know me intimately to smile to yourselves and give a little chuckle.

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