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Flying there took only one and a half hours. Ah, bliss!
We got a non-smoking rental car with cigarette burns in the upholstery.
Oxnard smells bad, really bad, when the wind is wrong. Like rotting fish.
I was an angel! Once. For a person I had no idea I had ever affected. She came up to me and told me how at a previous year's convention she had been feeling pretty low, and she had been sitting in the breakfast area by herself, and I had asked her if the other seat was taken, and she'd said "no" expecting me to carry it off, and instead I'd sat with her. Apparently that cheered her right up. I, of course, had no idea until she told me all this this weekend. It's the little things we do...
Good hello tip. "Did you just do that?" Well, yes, yes I did.
I'm getting better with music. In, what was it, 3a? 3b? I had three excellent music selections in a row -- good energy, interesting without being intrusive, peppy, music I use well. The dancers were moving along at a good clip having a great time; I was singing along a bit during the resolves; the newer callers were asking me what the music was called and could they have a copy. And then I had to go and put on "It's the Beat Stupid". Brought the whole mood down to about "medium" from there. Dang. Won't make that mistake again.
I can't even remember calling C4 right now. I know I must have.
Southbound 101 from Oxnard is ALWAYS bad. ALWAYS.
Reminder to self: ALWAYS double check the session start time. ALWAYS.
My pie vanished awfully quickly at the afterparty. :-)
At the "goodbye dance" all the staff callers share one stage for a fifteen minute segment. We started introducing each other as very well-known callers who weren't in fact there. Linda Kendall got to be Lee Kopman, which left her chuckling into the microphone for a moment before she could call again. I was Anne Uebelacker, I think Rob was Mike Jacobs, and I can't remember who Ross and Vic were. Oh darn! I should have made the shortest white guy Sandie Bryant. ;-)
I love being on staff at a convention. Heck, I love calling square dance weekends of any sort. If I could call a convention every month or more, I'd quit my day job in a heartbeat. (Well, okay, I'd also have to win the lottery.) Seriously, I love it.
We got a non-smoking rental car with cigarette burns in the upholstery.
Oxnard smells bad, really bad, when the wind is wrong. Like rotting fish.
I was an angel! Once. For a person I had no idea I had ever affected. She came up to me and told me how at a previous year's convention she had been feeling pretty low, and she had been sitting in the breakfast area by herself, and I had asked her if the other seat was taken, and she'd said "no" expecting me to carry it off, and instead I'd sat with her. Apparently that cheered her right up. I, of course, had no idea until she told me all this this weekend. It's the little things we do...
Good hello tip. "Did you just do that?" Well, yes, yes I did.
I'm getting better with music. In, what was it, 3a? 3b? I had three excellent music selections in a row -- good energy, interesting without being intrusive, peppy, music I use well. The dancers were moving along at a good clip having a great time; I was singing along a bit during the resolves; the newer callers were asking me what the music was called and could they have a copy. And then I had to go and put on "It's the Beat Stupid". Brought the whole mood down to about "medium" from there. Dang. Won't make that mistake again.
I can't even remember calling C4 right now. I know I must have.
Southbound 101 from Oxnard is ALWAYS bad. ALWAYS.
Reminder to self: ALWAYS double check the session start time. ALWAYS.
My pie vanished awfully quickly at the afterparty. :-)
At the "goodbye dance" all the staff callers share one stage for a fifteen minute segment. We started introducing each other as very well-known callers who weren't in fact there. Linda Kendall got to be Lee Kopman, which left her chuckling into the microphone for a moment before she could call again. I was Anne Uebelacker, I think Rob was Mike Jacobs, and I can't remember who Ross and Vic were. Oh darn! I should have made the shortest white guy Sandie Bryant. ;-)
I love being on staff at a convention. Heck, I love calling square dance weekends of any sort. If I could call a convention every month or more, I'd quit my day job in a heartbeat. (Well, okay, I'd also have to win the lottery.) Seriously, I love it.
