On the morning of the second day, we came back to life at about eight o’clock. Dad went to the men’s breakfast to hear Stephen Kendrick (my hero! aahh!) and we ladies prepared ourselves. Headlines that morning read
Three Females Try to Share One Bathroom
There were no deaths or serious injuries, I’m happy to say, and my sister and I were dressed, make-upped, and had our hair done early. Mom wasn’t feeling well and decided not to come in the morning. In dire need of coffee, my mom ordered us downstairs for caffeine. And ladies and gentlemen…
we rode the elevator.
Allbyourselves. YES, I’m joking – but only half. Because this was a frightening elevator. It took FOOORRREEVVEERR to arive, and when it did, it announced itself. Loudly.
Riah: I wonder when the elevator is going to come.
Me: It’s kinda sl-
Me: It’s here.
Riah wanted to take the stairs, I said I was taking the elevator and if it got stuck, it would count as an adventure. We did NOT get stuck, and went down to the buzzing cafeteria without incident. The poor hotel staff were rushing around trying to keep coffee cups, lids, and containers replaced and filled.
NOTE: If you are planning on starting a hotel, anyone, make sure the coffee station is big enough to afford room for more than two people. “Four feet high the door and three may walk abreast” doesn’t cut it for a coffee station. So, while I got coffee for mom and myself, Riah got orange juice. We took the scary elevator back up and went into the room, and while we were sitting around drinking our drinks I –
Well, first, let me explain.
Newton had a theory. It’s one of his lesser-known theories, to be sure, but a theory nonetheless. That theory is –
“When a cup whose mass is increased by twenty ounces of liquid is placed within six inches of a fabric which happens to be new and white, the two forces are undeniably attracted to one another.”
In other words, I spilled coffee all over my new white shirt. This is where my Mom came to the rescue.
I removed the shirt, and she carefully poured cold water and soap on the shirt while I stood there wringing my hands and wondering what in the world I was going to do because I hadn’t packed an extra shirt because I hadn’t necessarily put coffee into the equation – but Mom got the stains out, and after I’d blow-dried it, it was completely fine. THREE CHEERS FOR SUPERMOTHERS!!!!
With much trepidation, I got another cup of coffee and we headed to the convention. The sessions we went to were –
World History (of literature) in One Hour by Robin Finley (she does Analytical Grammar, the course my sister and I take. And her daughter looks like River Song. No kidding). This was really interesting; it took you through the basics of how to really read and understand a book to Plato, Thomas More, Steinbeck, all the way through the Hunger Games. It was fantastic – though I kept chipping in comments through the Hunger Games conversation because she forgot things about it. She ended up asking me whenever she forgot something about it. I felt quite special, and by the end of the second half the other women in the room were calling me the Hunger Games Expert. *proud smile* Anyway, moving on.
We went to Sarah, Stephen, and Grace Malley’s talk on brothers and sisters. We got their book a long time ago and went through it, and I’m a fan of Sarah’s book “Before You Meet Prince Charming.” This class was enjoyable – Sarah and Grace have nasally voices, which gets on my nerves, but Stephen was articulate and fun to listen to.
We did a lot of hunting through the exhibit hall, where I purchased several books (“Saint” by Ted Dekker, Betsy and the Great World by Maude Lovelace, “The Song” and “The Finale” by Calvin Miller because I already had ‘The Singer”), spoke more to Julia and Emily Brookshire, and watched people.
The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was fun, and we went to Longhorn for a delicious dinner (even if it’s a little ironic eating cow whilst being stared at by the glassy eyes of a Longhorn mounted on the wall).
(Note: My sister and I shared a pull-out bed from the couch. I do not sleep well when sharing a bed; especially a bed that happens to be made of springs and wires and really has no mattress to speak of. My sister is the sort of person who tries to suction herself to you while she sleeps, and I commend her for trying to keep her distance).
At the end of the day –
Lectures Listened To: 4
Pages Written: 10
Laughs had with my sister: 18