I was away for a while, so I set this lady up in my place (haha! Throwback to Tuesday’s post.)
I wasn’t really away from Dave, though we have been at this business conference.
He’s this one with the white hair:
I’m this wanly waving one. (It’s freezing here, palm trees or no. I had to go up to the room and get my tights.)
At any conference they make you wear these big clunky nametags on chains – for the networking of it I suppose – but a man can carry off this look a lot better than a woman in a cocktail dress can. Riding down in the elevator to the first night’s reception, I caught side of myself thus hung, in the mirrored walls.
“I feel like a cow at an auction,” I said. “Why do I have to wear this things at your conference? No one wants to network with me!”
“Two words,” said another conference attendee also in the elevator. “Free drinks.”