We all look the same.

So, I am quite obviously the youngest person at the conference. This is the trend in my work, I find. However, I cannot call this the old white man group! SUCCESS! This is a diverse group of people. Awesome.

Today, though I went into the conference room after breakfast to find a seat. There was an older woman sitting at a table and I asked if I could join her. (And, yes, she had the "hair" and could have been in my previous posting which I should have entitled "When you stop being a woman, and start being clergy." Totally stolen from the "mom jeans add on SNL.)

Anyway, I go back out to get some hot chocolate and come back. She is sitting in one seat, I skipped a seat and had put my things in the next one. She wanted to make clear that Becky, (whoever the hell that was) was sitting in the seat next to her. I, however, could sit in any of the other 9 seats available. Um... ok? I wasn't trying to sit next to you. I introduce myself and she says, "yes, I think we met yesterday." I say, "I don't believe so." She says, "Well... it was someone who was young like you."

SO we all look the same now. There is only one other person that this could have been and I'm relatively sure she is 10 years older than me (and today, was wearing a peachish/brownish suit --with shoulder pads--and a beige top. awesome. The shoes escape me as I had to evacuate the situation.)

I also just looked in the hotel guide book at the "what to eat" section to decide on my dinner--I'm opting out of group dinner. Anyway, someone has obviously stolen some pages because all it has listed--is alcohol. It made me laugh--and then made me sad for myself.