Ok, so I ran around doing a million things today. Drove across the river to feed a friend’s cats cause she’s out of town. Got my hair done. Finished the greatest piece of art the world has ever seen, washed clothes, unpacked my trunk cause I realized the Brits would need room for their luggage, watched some Walking Dead cause I need to catch up to discuss with Janine Truett and other stuff I can’t even remember. Today has been a blur.
I arrived at Lucy’s Retired Surfer’s Bar & Restaurant around 8:15 pm. I was supposed to go pick up the Brits, Doug Shaw and Bill Boorman, at the airport at 8, but their flight was delayed. I had someone order me food before I arrived, ran in, met Lizzie Maldonado, Teela Jackson, Dwane Lay, Matt Charney, Robin Schooling, Bryan Wempen, Cat Carlos, Courtney Young, Jen McClure and all kinds of people. It was great. I scarfed my food like my life depended on it, despite that being the best shrimp and grits I have ever had EVER, right Lizzie?! Then I ran to pick up the Brits at the airport.
When most of my friends fly into Louisiana, they go to New Orleans. I am much more familiar with the New Orleans airport than the Baton Rouge one. Also, it was nighttime and I don’t know where all the parking entrances and exits are, so I lapped the airport about 17 times. I saw the terminal with people just parked there in front of the doors but there were no spaces and cops everywhere and I didn’t know if that was allowed or what, so I just kept driving and driving and went the wrong way up some ramps a few times and I don’t even know. No, I have not had a single drop of alcohol tonight. I just hate this airport.
I finally figured it out and parked a grillion miles away. Walked into the airport carrying my amazing artwork, and trying to keep it from catching air. Then I get there and there are ZERO flights from Houston on the board. There are about 19 from Dallas but NONE from Houston. Now, the Baton Rouge airport only has 4 gates and 1 escalator anyway, so I wasn’t super worried about missing them within the airport, but I was briefly worried their flight had been diverted to NOLA. That has happened to me twice, for various reasons.
A lovely gay couple became enraptured with my sign and they took my pic for me. Then I went and sat near the escalator with my huge sign and just hoped that eventually I’d see someone. Doug came down the escalator waving his arms gleefully like a child. It was hilarious. Immediate hugs and cheek kisses all around. No, never met him, just know him from Twitter but it’s like we’re best buds already. I love Twitter. Then Bill came down waving also and we also hugged. I handed out Mardi Gras beads instead of leis. We walked to the front door and ran into Mike Haberman who had just landed and was attempting to get a ride to his hotel, so we scooped him up too.
I left the fellas there with the sign and ran to get the car. On the way to the car I realized that I had left my phone in my seat when I got up to hug Doug. My superawesome iPhone with its superawesome iPhone case WAS NOW GONE.
I flipped out which did not help me find the exit from the parking lot any faster. I actually attempted to drive out the entrance because it’s marked like 2 lanes go in and 2 go out, but no. I’m sure I’m on security footage now with people either laughing at me or tagging my plates to put me on some kind of list. Anyway. I finally got out of the parking lot, headed up to the terminal, parked way at the end and did not give a damn that a cop was standing right there. In fact, I asked him to guard my running car with my purse still in it by telling him I was picking people up but had left my phone. Luckily he was very nice and agreed.
Sprinted inside, ran by the boys, told them to go find the car with the cop guarding it, and dashed for the escalator. Phone was still there. It was a SHRM miracle! I caught my breath while we waited for Doug’s bag to get off the conveyor, dropped Haberman at his hotel, drove the Brits to their hotel (an adventure in itself because almost all of downtown is one way and I was using Google maps with audio. That GPS bitch is an overachiever. Hello, I’m at a red light! You’re going 97 steps ahead of me and I can’t move!), they checked in, we took a pic with the sign (THAT WE ARE TOTALLY GOING TO REDO BECAUSE THAT VALET WAS AN IDIOT), walked to the bar I had recently left from and chilled with the gang some more.
They took off for another bar to hear some blues but I want to be semi-alert tomorrow, so I came on home. I am exhausted now. The conference doesn’t even officially start till tomorrow at 1. My night was only from 8:15 – 11:15 and it was awesome, aggravating and terrifying when I thought I lost the phone. I have no idea how I’d replace all that info. I have to look into that. Anyway. I’m exhausted and I have to tweet golf in the morning.
You kids enjoy your breakfast tomorrow. Look for #hrgolf tweets from the 1st 9 holes before I go to Jen McClure’s workshop! Goodnight!
Update – And I just heard a ruckus outside like someone maybe breaking into cars, so I went to see…cause I’m a nosy dumbass like that, who enjoys her car. Like what was I going to do? Stop the criminals with my Buffy-esque fighting skills? Why did I go out there?! No, not breaking into cars…idiots littering beer bottles. Part got between foot and flip flop and I stepped on it. This better not be some kind of SHRM beginner’s curse. The bleeding has stopped, but it’s painful and the peroxide was esp unpleasant. Hope I don’t need a stitch. Cross your fingers.