On the start of the first full day of the NALIP conference, my roommate (also a volunteer for the conference) came into the room having just been downstairs in the registration area. He shakes his head and says “Man, there’s a lot of hot women down there.” I chime up and say, “It’s a Latino film conference. Of course there are hot women down there.” This would come back to haunt me later.
At the end of the conference, the other volunteers and I were in the rooms helping to break down the registration offices and get things carted away. As I’m making another run into the office, I notice two of the volunteers posing for a photo for another friend. Of course these two were the hottest of the volunteers in the office—and that’s saying something since I’d put up the plainest woman there against anyone in the surrounding OC any day. I start looking around at the volunteers. I lean over to one of my friends there and say, “We need to make a calendar with all the volunteers here. NALIP’s gone wild.” Obviously I quickly remembered what I told my roommate the first day. Still I’m surprised I was so busy working the conference that I missed all this in front of me!
March 21, 2008 at 12:41 am
Sorry man, I try to never be so busy that I don’t notice the women. Anyway, I found your blog by googling “Subdural Hematoma Music,” because I was looking for some metal so heavy that it’d cause a subdural hematoma!