Last weekend totally threw me off. I have a routine. I know what day it is by the chores I have that day. Not that I always do them, but I know what I *should* do that day. Get me out of that routine and I have no idea what day it is.
Itch had a vet conference last weekend. It started on Thursday. I went to a few of the lectures but not all of them, since most of them were for those who registered (paid). Thursday night they had a Welcome Reception. Free food and an open bar! They even provided entertainment, kittitian style. Given the table that we sat at (front and center) that was not enjoyable. First of all, we had seen the Deja Vu dancers before. It's 2 overweight girls in leotards failing about. This particular time (we've seen the before) they had a 3 part series. The last part was one of them doing the limbo. Of course, audience participation was required. She picked Itchy. Ha ha. He did it because that how he is. And it was only the top notch so not like he really had to bend much.
They also had the Masqueraders perform. Basically, a group of men from 12 to 70 (estimates) dance around wearing this ridiculous ribbon outfits. Did I mention that they don't shower for weeks prior to their performance? That smell is overwhelmingly unpleasant.
The rest of the conference was much less exciting. Lots of smart people talking about drugs and fluid choices. Itchy went to much more of it than I did. We did go out with a few of the doctors after the reception. Fun was had by all. It was unfortunate that we did not see them again. I also met a reproduction specialist from Florida. Had little time to talk to him which was sad because I'd like to hear his opinion on the mandatory spay/neuter laws. I mean, he said he was against it (obviously) but I'd like his reasons.
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