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*squeeze* *pinch* Oops! Can't help it. You guys are so cute and dorky.
I've been banqueting and cleaning rooms (week before). I hate cleaning rooms! I just did the annual Safari Club International doo-hicky, thing-a-ma'bob. I put in 56 hours, yes I said 56 hours in 4 days, that's right, 4 days. I needed two days to be able to learn to walk and talk again. But I couldn't wait to get into here and say hi.
I miss you guys terribly! I'm lost without you's.
For those of you who don't know what SCI is, it's a club of hunters. To each his or her own. IMHO, I was tired of seeing open magazines with dead, beautiful animals pasted all over the pages and women adorned in fur from large cats. I brushed by dead animal furs all night trying to get to tables. I turned some of the coats in side out and rehung them on chairs telling women that I didn't want to spill on the coats. When I accidentally touched a fur I would cringe. But still, to each his own. If they have no problem killing an animal and hanging their head on the wall and sporting their fur on a floor for status, then whatever.
Dana Carvey was there the first night, then The Oakridge Boys, then The Beach Boys (all of them sporting Depends) and another blue collar comedian that I can't recall his name. The end of the night held expensive auctions. A pair of rifles sold for 71,000, another gun sold for 221,000 and a number of hunting vacations around the world ranging from 15,000 to 200,000 sold those nights.
Most of the people were nice and grateful, but some thought they had too much clout to wait for their dinner to be served in a room of 3,000 people. I happen to have both of them in my section. Oh, well, I still treated them as best as possible and tried to make them as welcome as possible.
I had a great time. The moment I got to walk... limp out of the ball room after 56 hours of service, I was glad it was over.
Now you guys are stuck with me for the rest of the week! Aren't you glad?
I've been banqueting and cleaning rooms (week before). I hate cleaning rooms! I just did the annual Safari Club International doo-hicky, thing-a-ma'bob. I put in 56 hours, yes I said 56 hours in 4 days, that's right, 4 days. I needed two days to be able to learn to walk and talk again. But I couldn't wait to get into here and say hi.
I miss you guys terribly! I'm lost without you's.
For those of you who don't know what SCI is, it's a club of hunters. To each his or her own. IMHO, I was tired of seeing open magazines with dead, beautiful animals pasted all over the pages and women adorned in fur from large cats. I brushed by dead animal furs all night trying to get to tables. I turned some of the coats in side out and rehung them on chairs telling women that I didn't want to spill on the coats. When I accidentally touched a fur I would cringe. But still, to each his own. If they have no problem killing an animal and hanging their head on the wall and sporting their fur on a floor for status, then whatever.
Dana Carvey was there the first night, then The Oakridge Boys, then The Beach Boys (all of them sporting Depends) and another blue collar comedian that I can't recall his name. The end of the night held expensive auctions. A pair of rifles sold for 71,000, another gun sold for 221,000 and a number of hunting vacations around the world ranging from 15,000 to 200,000 sold those nights.
Most of the people were nice and grateful, but some thought they had too much clout to wait for their dinner to be served in a room of 3,000 people. I happen to have both of them in my section. Oh, well, I still treated them as best as possible and tried to make them as welcome as possible.
I had a great time. The moment I got to walk... limp out of the ball room after 56 hours of service, I was glad it was over.
Now you guys are stuck with me for the rest of the week! Aren't you glad?