I had one of those meetings last night that you dread. I volunteer occasionally. I would do it more, but the meetings are so stupid. Last night’s could have been finished sooner if there wasn’t so much horsing around. Yes, horsing around. You would have thought it was a group of teens, not women around 50. I was the youngest there. I wondered what the one lady had been drinking. I think the word “condom” was mentioned by her at least three times. This had nothing to do with the business we were trying to get done. We are preparing for a charity auction (silent and live) and were supposed to go through the checkout procedure. We will be winging it that night.

I guess in the past there have been people who are downright rude when checking out. Some of the ladies wanted guns. Water guns were the choice, since no one really wants to kill. I haven’t been part of these auctions before, so it will be an experience. One I may never want again.

I have to say though as far as these meetings go this had to be one of the most fun. It’s good to see other people who are nuts. I even came home with a nickname–GG. It’s for “gallery girl” because I will be taking care of the art gallery portion of the auction. I may forever be known by these women as “Gigi.” I may need a gun if they start singing though.