Sunday Morning at Midwinter, wishing for my bed

It is 8 am and I am sitting in the LITA Town Hall Meeting. In case you did not understand the miracle of the previous sentence, let me repeat. Eight. O’clock. In. The. Morning.

On a normal day this would not be such a feat but there was much adventure last night and I am paying for it this morning.

I went to the Blog Salon last night and the fact that no one ran screaming as I entered the room was a good sign. I did have a random conversation involving the discussion of cheese. Specifically, that in Texas large amounts of cheese with stuff thrown in the mix becomes an acceptable appetizer in almost any situation. I, of course, took it to the wrong level and offered to dip my beer in the cheese. I really should be left at home on nights like that.

I met a couple new people. One being Meg 2.0, who was experiencing her very first Blog Salon. I gave her some pointers on what not to do. Michael McGrorty, who is an absolute gem, and I kept missing each other and then I was finally free he had disappeared. I guess I will have to wait until Annual (if he comes) to have a chat. I have a couple of pictures for him though. I must get those uploaded to Flickr.

Walt Crawford remembered who I was and spoke to me as if I was a sane and reasonable person leading me to conclude that either a) I actually am a sane and reasonable person or b) he is a raving lunatic. I am currently undecided which statement holds more truth. (of course I am joking, people) We discussed some current discussions going on in the biblioblogosphere, namely Library 2.0 which everyone is talking about with varying degrees of devotion.

Karen, Jessamyn, and I left the party and headed to Mad Dog Pub where we ate, drank, and discussed everything from ALA council, technology in rural areas, and what was going on with us. Jessamyn left, out of self preservation I think, since soon after her departure the group from the past couple of nights joined us. We moved to Pat O’Brian’s were we consumed, laughed uproariously, and made inappropriate comments to each other. Incriminating pictures to follow.

Thus I am awake, barely, and feeling like someone has beat me with my behemouth of a laptop, and my group has decided that I have to speak in front of everyone to report our discussion. Great.

The Annual Gathering

A non-ALA post so that my friends know I was thinking of them.

Every year, for a very long time, my group of friends from college have a party in January. It is focused around a particular person’s birthday, though we never needed a reason to act like infants who have had waaaaaaaay more alcohol than the normal person should consume. Many of my fondest memories occurred at these parties.

This year the party is tonight and I am not in town for it.

So, gentleman, ladies, have fun at Jas??? without me. Make sure someone takes incriminating photos for later public humiliation. Give Y a good send off and J proper birthday greetings. If someone tells you it is just water, never believe them. Be wary of the punch. Do not kill my dog or destroy my sister-in-law’s house.

–Jane, we are old enough to know better… I think

Monday, Monday

I am sitting at home while the pest man takes care of the wee mice that have inhabited my attic.

I finally installed my digital camera software and uploaded my New Year’s pictures to Flickr. Looking through the pictures reminded me of how much fun it is to sit around for three days drinking, laughing, and eating yourself silly with your favorite people in the world.

I got a phone call from a friend of many years on Saturday. We do not share political views, but he is my favorite person to discuss politics with and bat around ideas. He has worked in different areas of politics, from campaigns to the Peace Corps. He called to tell me that he just got a new job with the State Department and he will be stationed in Baghdad as a liaison to the American and British Press. I am excited that he has been given this opportunity, but worried.

I do not agree with our president and I do not agree with the war we are currently conducting, but I support my friend in his endeavor. Good luck, be safe, come home quickly.

–Jane, peace be with you

Remember When…

You know the party was good when no one person remembers the whole night. I know I should be getting too old for this stuff, but I have the most Hilarious. Friends. Ever.

–Jane, remembers more than some and less than others


Sometimes the way life works makes me grin like a fool. A fool! Meredith Farkas gets a huge hug from me for making my weekend start off right. More on that later. I am going home to celebrate great weather, a new project, girls’ night on Saturday, and dress shopping tomorrow morning. Have a fabby weekend.

–Jane, bring on the martinis


MPOW was lucky enough to snag this wonderful lady and lure her to our library, despite the heat and humidity. She survived being my roommate for LITA and decided to give it another go for Midwinter, so I think it is safe to say we are friends.

I was not fortunate enough to go to The Internet Librarian conference, where speakers got cool calculators, but Karen brought me back a pen that lights up three different ways. Seriously, what more could a person want?

–Jane, All Hallows Eve