Day one was travel day, wander about - and a bit of drama. So Bubba got home at 2 AM, I woke up at 5 AM, to make my 9 AM flight. Up, shower, love the puppies, who were a bit clingy that early in the AM, but I got out the door didn't get lost finding the parking place, but did turn one turn too soon.. got parked, go the airport got coffee - and the security line... it isn't my usual 5 AM at the the other airport during the week - this is summer, families those who don't travel frequently... cripes and enough already. But I had plenty of time no worries.
Flight was uneventful - discovered smart to purchase the line up ahead for the airline of non assigned seating. Got a little worried when it took time for my luggage to show up... but it did all good.
Hung out with Queen Mom and while she will never admit it she's in full queen mode. She's not keeping track of her attendants, but she has a pretty good idea where everyone is...
With the PA contingent apparently church is a must - now this was a nice old church in downtown Indianapolis... really hate to be film at 11 that a church caves in because Aunt Ing managed to find the inside of a church on a date not involving a major holiday named Christmas or Easter. But apparently the chest tap, wink and nod, to the big guy up stairs got us all through the service, and we all walked out under our own power and with all four walls still standing. Thankfully this was not the church of the long-winded preacher, we were in and out in short hour. Plenty of time to make dinner... but alas best laid plans of Past Drama Queens (more on her later) and neurotic reigning queens are often interrupted by forces of natures - in this case a flood... in Mom's hotel room.
Apparently Mom's roommate had gazed longingly at the toilet and in it's fear of old ladies and their daily fiber intake committed suicide by having it's tank slide sideways and crack open a baseball sized hole releasing all it's watery contents, and with the tank empty the water kept gushing onto the floor, the carpet and allowing all some splish-splashing fun! Mom and her crew including yours truly go running up and along with 2 maintenance men, one poor soul from housekeeping and 2 - yes 2 security guards. Now when the boys with the badges showed up Aunt Ing in full "protect the old people mode" starting asking questions, why, what for, bla bla bla until Queen Mom told me to butt out and she handled Mr. Rent-a-hotel-cop without issue.
So, 5 women, 2 maintenance men can move 2 women's entire hotel room in under 5 minutes. And there were a lot of "I gots" along the way... as in "I got the crown", "I got the purses" "I got this suitcase...." you get the idea.
Dinner was far less eventful as only half the expected attendees actually attended...the gals were counting on the PDQ and she and her "Friends" didn't attend. PDQ - Past Drama Queen - only in the fact she's a past queen but the drama is still present and accounted for in a continuing and regular basis.... PDQ is a lady in mom's group whose nose is out of joint so often she might as well break it and leave it in that position, must be tough moving it back and forth so much - and frankly exhausting to my mind...
So, after dinner and drama that 5 AM wake up to get here was starting to make itself felt... back to my hotel to watch the real-live mother nature toss one heck of a party, only to have my roommate get stuck at the zoo as they had to move their picnic indoors - after enjoying thunder, lightening, and the occasional funnel cloud... I hit the pillows and that was pretty much all she wrote...
Day 2 - slept in.... thankfully laid about and by the time my roommate returned she found me still in my pj's - showered just not dressed. Very mellow day until we hit dinner, and the opening of the meetings... I am searching for words to adequately describe a convention hall full of little old ladies in get ups ranging from fancy ball gowns to clown outfits to extras to the "Walk like an Egyptian" video shoot circa 1985.
Of course with all this pageantry everyone has to be introduced, photographed, paraded about ... then in a moment in which I can only call further torture of people sitting in uncomfortable clothes in a room that was thinking about having air conditioning there was singing - and not a fun like group sing along.. oh no. As per usual at these events, they get some frustrated singer whose friends have lied to her over the years about the quality of her voice , and she proceeded to murder the second worse song ever sung "Memories"... (personal taste if you love this mess enjoy and ignore my comments) ... to add to the fun?? She' was 1/2 beat behind the piano off key.... my fillings will need adjustment when I get home... THEN they let this woman sing again! And it was pointed out that the woman catter-walling the second song wasn't the woman noted in the program--- you don't show up for your song - the song goes bye-bye and the rest of the dental challenged world is eternally grateful.... No need to have Miss couldn't find the right note with a GPS device; rattle out teeth a second time.
Day 3 - Up too early, wardrobe decision lunch with Mom and the PA crowd so dressed, to the meeting and snore.... it don't matter the organization - national conventions are reports and bla bla bla...
Lunch with the ladies was interesting, Mom forget her corsage, we went to her hotel, room key wouldn't work, screw it - went to lunch a bit late, only to discover her ladies had saved HER and seat and not me... whoops. So Mom and I sat with other ladies and of course her ladies were cranky because their queen didn't sit with them. Mom was cranky they didn't save us both a seat.... and she told them she was having lunch with me... busted again.
I've got a banquet tonight that my roommate is not attending... then something fun with Mom, if there is a god there will be drinks afterward. ;-)
Stay tuned for days 4 plus... and news from Bubba... right now as everyone could have guessed he's not thrilled to be home alone. The magic house fairies just don't to the house work as well when I'm not home... ;-)
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