Back to life, back to reality

So the tradeshow in California went well for the most part. From what I heard attendance was down, but that is to be expected in this economy. We'll have to do an ROI study in a month or two and really evaluate if it was worth it. The hotel was pretty expensive, but quite nice.

The really interesting part was Friday night.

My co-workers and I dined at a fancy Italian restaurant on the property. I'm pretty sure we lowered the class level in there at least a couple notches with our loud chatter and hyena-like laughing. Oh, maybe that was just me. But we had a great time and after dinner headed to the night club that I was told would be "the spot" to be. My Memphian friends will appreciate when I say it was less like L.A. and more like Bartlett. Oh yes.

Regardless, we drank and danced, quite amused by the motley crew on the dance floor. There was a lady (I use that word loosely) who really thought she could dance like Beyonce. But not so much. Then she proceeded to jump on stage and had to be escorted off. Then there was Miss Bumper Car, so named for repeatedly bumping into my friends and I while attempting to dance seductively. Well then Miss Bumper Car attempts a very challenging acrobatic freaky dance move with her friend and they both go tumbling to the floor. Miss Bumper Car didn't have much of a dress on to begin with, but now that dress was more like a top and Miss Bumper's coochie cover was on display. Because she seemed to be having such trouble standing back up, she gracefully decided to play it off and gyrate on the floor for a bit.

I think that is when we decided to get some air.

Outside we were already reminiscing about the hi-jinks in the club when poor little Bambi approached us. I call her Bambi because I can't remember her name and she looked like a newborn deer trying to walk around on her skinny little legs. Well little Bambi was upset because the bouncer had supposedly thrown her out of the club for no reason. So we all chat for a while then she asks if we'll walk her up to her room. So I help her up and then she launches herself at me and attempts to make out. Only, she is half kissing my chin and I am looking at my friends for help, and of course they are just laughing hysterically.

Poor Bambi. We learned after we dropped her off at her room that she left again and who knows where that girl ended up. Drugs are bad, mkay?