Ahhh, Teacher, Teacher…
I was okay at breakfast. Got here and the “Continental Breakfast” was nothing more than doughnuts and pastries. Not a piece of fruit or a bagel in sight. Did okay, stayed strong, had a cup of black coffee.
Lunch was a little bit more problematic. Sandwiches, potato chips, fresh fruit, and cookies. I got a sandwich and some fruit. Passed up the chips and cookies and sat down with some of my amigos to catch up on who got married and who had a baby and who’s seeing who. We’re just talking and cutting up and fooling around and someone goes and gets a plate with a dozen or so cookies on it and brings it back to the table and the next thing I know, I’m munching on one and it’s good!! So I had another…and another….So I still haven’t totally lost it. I mean, a sandwich, some fruit and three cookies isn’t exactly kamikazi.
Phyllisanne and I decided to go to Kohl’s after we finished working at 3:30 but then she got “summoned” to a meeting with the new principal and had to bail out on me. I didn’t feel like playing tennis or golf or swimming (like I’d be caught dead in a bathing suit around all these guys) so I went without her. Got lost but I wasn’t worried about it. The old GPS can always get me back on track. I found a mall and did a little shopping and they had a food court. I bought a greek salad, and chicken kabobs with rice. I came back to the hotel and called Phyllisanne and asked her if she wanted to come to my room and eat dinner and she did. Ate the salad and the chicken (which was actually really bland) and skipped the rice. We’re sitting there chatting and relaxing and eating and I fully intended to say “See ya in the morning!” and curl up with a paperback. Phyllisanne, however, brought a bunch of cake and refreshments for the evening entertainment and asked me to help her carry it down. So I did. Then she roped me into doing a little karaoke with her. So I did. Then she started dealing cards for poker and the next thing I knew, I had a big, ole stack of chips and a slice of scrumptious chocolate cake on the table in front of me. The cake was good but there weren’t any cokes, or milk, or anything to wash it down so Phylissanne went and got us some margaritas and charged them to her room. Is there anything worse than a bunch of ’slightly’ loopy teachers line dancing, and singing karaoke? Oh wait, I know what’s worse…It’s a bunch of assistant principals (very Jack Blackish) shaking booties and singing
“I’m too sexy for my clothes, too sexy for my clothes,
‘Cos I’m a model, you know what I mean
and I do my little turn on the catwalk (complete with prancing and sucked in cheeks)
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
and we’ve got AP tushes shaking and pelvic thrusts prancing and it’s time to call it a night.
Maybe that’s the only difference between the teachers and the kids…we know when to call it a night.
G’night, skinny little chicklets!
Joy says 5th August @ 7:55
You sound like you had a blast last night!
That must be so hard going out on these outings and having to eat what they put in front of you. I think you are doing pretty well considering the circumstances Patty. Good for you. Soon you will be done and cooking for yourself again. It is easier when you have control over your food.
Take care
Joy