sometimes my job is awesome
Since I've become a teacher, I've gone on some pretty cool overnight seminars or meetings. I've stayed in cabins at the only Jewish camp in Mississippi and made art and participated in dramatic play. I've stayed in a posh hotel owned by the Grand Casino on the Gulf Coast, and I've been to some pretty interesting day seminars too...
But nothing beats the one I just came back from a week ago.
We went to a symposium for Renaissance Learning, a reading program we use in the school. We left our school on Wed. and drove down to New Orleans. My Principal, our Counselor, our Reading Coach, our Reading Lead Teacher, my hubby and our Reading Coach's hubby all went. When we got there, my Principal said he was looking the other way, it was our choice to go to the meetings....or whatever :). So of course instead of spending 3 days in 8hr meetings, we all gallavanted around the city.
The first night we went to the Bourbon Street Blues Company. I proceeded to get mega drunk on 32oz Grey Goose vodka tonics, and these wonderful little pink shots in test tubes called a Pink Pussy. It tasted like pink lemonade. So when I wasn't letting the hot waitresses feed the shots to me I was getting my principal drunk, which led to much dancing, and much more drinking of my coworkers. We had a blast. But by 10, our counselor had her shoes off and was walking unattended, totally blitzed down Bourbon, so everyone, except my hubby and me, cuz I was enjoying the hell out of two cute Asian frat boys and a rowdy rendetion of Don't Stop Believing by the really great live band to notice, went to rescue her and take their drunk asses back to the hotel. Gentry and I got more wasted, visited a few of the no cover strip clubs, and then went back to our hotel and broke several sex act laws as we enjoyed the 3 pressure sprays in the shower and the massive king size bed :). We didn't make it to the sofa in the suite..oh well.
Could I look my boss in the eye after dancing way to risque with him? Sure, he had a great time, so did everyone else, except our reading coach who had too many hurricanes and actually spent half the night barfing.
I think G and I were too much for them because the rest of the trip we only met up for dinner. We mostly just did our own thing, including walking all over the city, finding a cab to get us through the hood we stumbled upon, and rode the trolley back to our hotel with quite possibly the most evil trolley driver ever :).
So chalk the whole 4day 3night trip up to me going to one meeting...and leaving it 30min early and spending the rest of our time shopping the French Market, walking and taking in the sights, oh yeah, and accepting the new mantra...as told by Larry Flint's Hustler club: RELAX, it's just SEX....DO NOT GO TO THE ATM IN THAT STRIP CLUB...public service statement there. I did however, enjoy the hell of those classy, and totally raunchy ladies...and I know now that Juicy Coture(sp) is my favorite perfume. :)
So, it's been a week and I'm still recovering, not just from the money we spent, but doing the humdrum things like, work, laundry, cooking. It was so much nicer when someone else was serving me...oh well :).
Blast was had :).
So, how was your week?
But nothing beats the one I just came back from a week ago.
We went to a symposium for Renaissance Learning, a reading program we use in the school. We left our school on Wed. and drove down to New Orleans. My Principal, our Counselor, our Reading Coach, our Reading Lead Teacher, my hubby and our Reading Coach's hubby all went. When we got there, my Principal said he was looking the other way, it was our choice to go to the meetings....or whatever :). So of course instead of spending 3 days in 8hr meetings, we all gallavanted around the city.
The first night we went to the Bourbon Street Blues Company. I proceeded to get mega drunk on 32oz Grey Goose vodka tonics, and these wonderful little pink shots in test tubes called a Pink Pussy. It tasted like pink lemonade. So when I wasn't letting the hot waitresses feed the shots to me I was getting my principal drunk, which led to much dancing, and much more drinking of my coworkers. We had a blast. But by 10, our counselor had her shoes off and was walking unattended, totally blitzed down Bourbon, so everyone, except my hubby and me, cuz I was enjoying the hell out of two cute Asian frat boys and a rowdy rendetion of Don't Stop Believing by the really great live band to notice, went to rescue her and take their drunk asses back to the hotel. Gentry and I got more wasted, visited a few of the no cover strip clubs, and then went back to our hotel and broke several sex act laws as we enjoyed the 3 pressure sprays in the shower and the massive king size bed :). We didn't make it to the sofa in the suite..oh well.
Could I look my boss in the eye after dancing way to risque with him? Sure, he had a great time, so did everyone else, except our reading coach who had too many hurricanes and actually spent half the night barfing.
I think G and I were too much for them because the rest of the trip we only met up for dinner. We mostly just did our own thing, including walking all over the city, finding a cab to get us through the hood we stumbled upon, and rode the trolley back to our hotel with quite possibly the most evil trolley driver ever :).
So chalk the whole 4day 3night trip up to me going to one meeting...and leaving it 30min early and spending the rest of our time shopping the French Market, walking and taking in the sights, oh yeah, and accepting the new mantra...as told by Larry Flint's Hustler club: RELAX, it's just SEX....DO NOT GO TO THE ATM IN THAT STRIP CLUB...public service statement there. I did however, enjoy the hell of those classy, and totally raunchy ladies...and I know now that Juicy Coture(sp) is my favorite perfume. :)
So, it's been a week and I'm still recovering, not just from the money we spent, but doing the humdrum things like, work, laundry, cooking. It was so much nicer when someone else was serving me...oh well :).
Blast was had :).
So, how was your week?