Hooters and Tampons and Thongs, Oh My!

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but what happens in Kemah goes in a blog for all to see! We had such a wonderful time, and even learned a little (actually, a lot) at the workshop we were there to attend. But of course when there are three women staying in one hotel room for four nights together, there are bound to be some adventures! To name a few, there was a bathing suit contest, a male stripper's very patriotic thong, and a male night receptionist who became easily confused by feminine products.


The bathing suit contest was not quite as adventurous as it seems. Our hotel was right down the street from the local Hooters restaurant. They had a sign wishing good luck to Nicole in her bathing suit contest, so Melissa and Katy took a picture. We were watching for a Congratulations sign, but one never came, so I guess poor Nicole didn't win. We were disappointed, because I wanted a picture of Hooters congratulating me to put on my myspace page! But alas, we cannot always have what we want. :o)



The greatest thing that happened during the entire trip occurred the first night. Melissa almost didn't survive it! I was sitting at the table on the computer, Katy was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and Melissa had just stretched out in her bed. She very abruptly jumped up and screamed, and started doing the heebie-jeebie dance. I snapped my head around to see what could have caused this behavior, and in the middle of Melissa's bed, I see this:

What is that, you ask? Well it's a pair of shiny red, white, and blue male stripper's thongs! I thought Melissa was going to throw up, because she had touched those nasty things! We were freaking out! I mean, does this hotel even change the sheets between customers? Melissa was just about to call the front desk and demand that our stay there be free, when Katy (God love her) comes tripping out of the bathroom, holding her stomach, tears rolling down her face from laughing at us. She had planted those awful drawers! She says she got them as a gag gift, but we all know they're really Troy's. (Ha Ha Katy, I believe you that they were a gag gift. No really, I do!) Melissa ended up having all kinds of stomach problems for the rest of the night as a result of her daughter's betrayal!

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one with a problem that night. One member of our trio realized that she had left her feminine products at home, and needed them at the precise moment that she realized this. So, I had the bright idea that we should call down to the front desk. They had this sign that said if you forgot any standard toiletry items you could call and they would give you some for free. Surely a pad would be considered a standard toilety item, right? Turns out, not only is it not standard, but the poor guy at the front desk didn't know what we were talking about. Now, to you, this may not be funny, but this was a source of entertainment for us for several hours. Of course, when we saw the guy, it made perfect sense that he didn't know (bless his heart), and he probably didn't even put two and two together when two girls dressed in PJ's left the hotel two minutes later and came back with a Walgreens bag.

There of course were countless other adventures, such as Katy cartwheeling across the stage at the workshop, Melissa "squashing Katy's dreams," which we even came up with a hand-motion for, watching a new version of the Wizard of Oz and The Bachelor, and piling six people into The Character Caravan, but I won't bore you with those. I just listed them to be a nice reminder to the three of us who were there. We met new friends, were pampered like we'd never been pampered at a workshop before, and learned all kinds of new things about teaching and each other. And hopefully, we'll get to relive all of it at the alumni workshop next year (minus the thongs maybe)!

(To the rest of the "Buna Bunch," Melissa and Katy: not only did I list, but I also webbed on each part of the list, included a couple of transitions between paragraphs, and could have worked much more on my lexicon! Randi would be so disappointed!!)