Hello peoples!

The previous post was just published. I forgot to post it before I left last Sunday, and today is the first chance I have had to get on here.

I have been texting Amy a little this week, and we have spoken on the phone a couple times (mostly short coversations), but each time I talk with her, it feels a little forced. I can't explain it yet. I guess I will wait to see how things go the next time I visit her.

I have been meaning to get on here and continue my story about Amy, but I just haven't been in the mood, and to be honest, I don't know if I will. So, something happens in my life and I want to talk about it. There is this little honeymoon period in my head where everything is fresh, fun, and worth talking about. Then, life gets in the way, and I lose interest in sharing. Sorry. I may change my mind, or something may jog my interest in continuing my story.

So, with that said, I have been having a great time. I spent Monday and Tuesday in Maine at a Trade Show, and Wednesday I flew to Houston. I fly out of Houston on Monday and go back to Vegas. I spend 2 days in a seminar for work, and then I help out some associates with a BIG show there locally. I go to another training class for 3 days, have a couple of days off, then I get to fly to NEW YORK CITY!. I am pretty excited about that one. (It's a boring convention, but I am TOTALLY gonna be a tourist.)

So, back to why I have been having fun. Well, Monday night I went out to dinner with a with a group of people that I had met at the conference. After dinner, we all went to a Karaoke bar and had an absolute blast. The amount of talented people that sing only Karaoke is astounding. A couple that was with us had just got done singing a decent rendition of "Summer Lovin" when this girl, who is all of 5' gets on stage. At first she seemed like she was struggling, because no on could hear her. She walks over to the Karaoke guy, says something, hands him the mike, he hands her another, and starts over the song. She then starts belting out the theme song from Titanic just like Celine Dion. It was amazing. The whole place stood and gave her a standing ovation. It was quite cool. .

So, I get back to my room, answer a few emails, go over the itinerary once again for tomorrow, take a shower, and get in to bed. I just fall asleep when my phone rings. It's Lorie (if you don't remember her, go back a few posts). She tells me that she wants to meet up with me in Vegas next week. A friend of hers is having a birthday bash and they have an entire club to themselves. There are going to be all sorts of famous people there, free booze and good times to be had by all.  She got the part on Sons of Anarchy, but she will only be on the episode for about 5 minutes. I can't remember when she said they were shooting it, but she is still working on getting me access to the set. I guess we will see. We talked for about an hour and literally came right out and said "I'm gonna go pop in a porno, work myself in to a lather, smoke some weed and crash." It was pretty funny actually. My great comeback to that was "Oh really?" She then tells me about her "VAST" collection of porn that she inherited from an ex-boyfriend who was "in the porn business". He is a record custodian for an adult movie company, and literally had "thousands and thousands" of pornos with all the paperwork to go with each one. I told her that it sounded like a rip roaring good time. We said our goodbyes, and 3 seconds later I was dead-asleep.

I had a dream about Lorie at some point in the night, but like all my other dreams, was quite odd. Lorie was Lorie, but she had this HUGE cock that she could barely keep contained. I remember giving her a blow job, she cums all over my chest and then............................takes off her cock! It was so bizzare. The next part of the dream, we were sharing oreos over a tupperware bowl full of milk. HA HA HA.

Wednesday morning, I got up at 4, and went down to the gym in the hotel. Place is empty, and I am jogging on the treadmill watching the Food Network. I was about to 4 miles and was going to ride the bike for a few miles and finish off with the elyptical. Well, this lady and her high school volleyball team come in and take over everything. They changed the channel without asking, brought in a radio and were just being loud and obnoxious. So that started my day off shitty. I go up, shower, get ready and go downstairs. I usually will just have yogurt or fruit for breakfast, but decided today to take advantage of the "full breakfast" for hotel guests. I turn the corner to a line of giddy teenage volleyball players trying to get the next waffle. STRIKE TWO! I walk outside and start the short walk to the convention center, and spy a Starbucks about 2 blocks down off to my right. I am standing on the corner, waiting for the light to turn so I can cross when this fat old bitch in a hurry to get a donut steps on my foot. STRIKE 3! FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I get my coffee at Starbucks, head out the door and my phone rings. I answer it with one hand, trying to juggle everything else with my other hand and spill my fucking coffee. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! A keynote speakers who was supposed to be in at 7:35 missed his flight from Atlanta, and now wouldn't be in until 9:10 (20 minutes before he was scheduled to go on). I tell him that I will meet him at the airport with a car and rush him back and make arrangements for if he was late. So, my day is not going good at all. I am now extremely cranky, and feel like screaming. I take some deep breaths, turn around and go get another coffee. The clerk recognized me, and asks me if I am so tired that I need another coffee already. She was trying to be funny, but I was not in the mood. I told her that before I even got a sip from the coffee, I dropped it and spilled it. She gave me my coffee for free. YAY!.

I leave the store feeling a little bit better when my phone rings again. I am not going to chance another incident so I set my coffee down on a bench, set my stuff down, and answer the phone. This time it is the front desk clerk letting me know that I have a message waiting for me. On my way back to the hotel, I spot a quarter laying on the ground. I had no intention of picking it up, but as I was looking at it, I spot a $100 bill in the planter next to it. HOLY SHIT! I look around, don't see anyone, and pick it up. YAY! YAY! Things are starting to look up.

So the rest of that day went pretty smooth. There were some small hiccups, but no problems. I finally get back to my hotel, and am standing in front of the elevator. Door opens, and two volleyball bitches come barrreling out, knocking me to the ground. I have fucking had it with these twits! They half apologize as they giggle their way through the lobby and I storm up to the front desk. I ask for the hotel manager, they say he has gone home for the day, so I make them call him on the phone. I then proceed to lay it on with my disappointment in the hotel, blah blah blah.............I keep it very professional, but I am pissed. He starts acting like he doesn't care when I ask for the name and phone number of his boss. He tells me that he doesn't have that information available (this is a national chain, where the company I work for books thousands of rooms a year, and can get the name and number in 5 minutes.) At this point, he still doesn't know who I am, so I tell him "Mr. blankity-blank was it? (can't remember his name) Let me tell you who I am. My name is Samantha ........ and I am an account manager and event coordinator with -------------. I assume you have heard of us?" He says that he is only vaguely familiar with us. "Since you only VAGUELY know who we are, we are one of the biggest event organizers in the country. We book literally thousands of rooms a year with this hotel chain. You currently have 42 rooms that are booked at your hotel with MY CLIENTS! And when I say I am not happy with your hotel, THAT IS A HUGE PROBLEM FOR YOU! I suggest you find a way to get me the name and number of your boss, or I will call my office in Las Vegas and get the number myself." And just like that, his attitude changed. His half ass apologies were now full blown ass kisses. He more or less begged me to let him take care of the issues at a "local level". He then asks if I would hand the phone to the clerk so he could have a word with them. 2 minutes later the clerk upgrades my room to a suite, and hands me a gift certificate for 2 nights lodging in any room at blank blank hotel chain. So, not what I was asking for, and I still wanted to know what they were going to do about them fucking volleyball chicks. I ask the clerk, and he asks that I stay at the desk while they call coach in her room. So, this is how the conversation went........
"Mrs. Smith, this is George from the front desk. We have had numerous complaints regarding the behavior of some of your team, two of which knocked down a guest at the elevator a few minutes ago. Uh huh, yes. About 5 minutes ago. No ma'am. ............................................Yes ma'am. Unfortunately, if we get one more complaint, I will be forced to ask you to vacate the premises and find new accommodations. No ma'am, you would not get your money back. .........................................Ma'am, you need to calm down. No ma'am. If you would like I can have the manager personally call you, but let me assure you that this order came from him first.................Thank you for your cooperation ma'am."
I thanked them for taking care of it, and as I got to the elevator, the coach was just coming out. I could tell she was on the warpath, and I just smiled.

I have a nasty bruise on my shoulder from them bitches, but I will live.