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HQBTN Part 2

I’ll do a more “deep thinking” e-mail when I have time, but for now, you’re getting Houston Quickie By The Numbers Part 2.

2: Parties that our company successfully put on at the House of Blues and Minute Maid Park

It was baseball themed. I wore a jersey over my dressy clothes. Win-win.

This is actually from last year, as I don't have new ones back yet. Same place, same idea.

100: Times I said to myself, “You are such a white girl” while busting my moves on the dance floor.

6: Cups of hot water I have asked for from the hotel Starbucks for my hot tea. It’s free, but I tip. While I do have my own cups in my room, I like the cups.

4: Single-serve Justin’s Nut Butter packets I brought with me as part of my backup plan.

0: Single-serve Justin’s Nut Butter packets I have used.

This is just a tiny sample.

50: Pairs of shoes that I drool over every single year at the booth of one of our advertisers.

I don't know where I would wear it, but I don't care. I would wear it around the house.

3: Years running that this is still my favorite one. It’s called “Mardi Gras.” Party on.

2: Times I ate at YAO Restaurant, a place about half a mile from the hotel. I wish time had allowed me to go back every single time.

Why? Because it was one of the only places I could get a huge bowl of brown rice and steamed veggies.

2: Times I ordered the same thing, as it was a lovely break from all the other options.

Baby corn is underrated.

4: Larabars that I brought with me as part of my backup plan.

0: Larabars that I ate.

1: Castle.

Elvis meets Caveman.

Dozens: Of people walking around in fun costumes.

Dozens plus profanity: Times I tried to flip this picture normal, but for some reason was unable to. I wouldn’t have included it, but after spending so much time messing with it, I had to include it on principle.

4: Fashion shows attended to show off all these costumes.

Bridget Marquardt. I love her.

1: Original “Girl Next Door” that I got my picture taken with and autographed picture of.

1: Delicious sandwich I had for dinner Sunday night–finally a good sandwich after a couple failed attempts and empty promises.

It doesn't look good, but that's just my fault. It was thick toasted wheat bread, avocado, provolone, sprouts, roasted red peppers and pesto aioli.

7: Attempts to try and take a picture of the damn thing with “romantic” restaurant lighting and my lack of photography skills. Fail. I just want to eat the damn thing, not give it a glamor shot.

Different from my avocado sandwich monstrosities, but in a very good way.

Maybe 1 or 2: Times I actually had the urge to hop on the computer and read blogs, check websites, etc. Sorry, but I enjoyed the break and change of scenery. A lot.

-8: The temperature back home when I got up this morning and checked the computer.

0: Minutes I will complain about it until I get my own bed, own shower and own food (then I might start back up–no promises.)

Probably 3: Days it will take for me to get caught up on work, laundry and home stuff without feeling manic and off kilter.

So, that’s just a quick recap, as I had a couple minutes before diving back into some more work. We will return to your irregularly scheduled ramblings next week from Michigan.

What have I missed with you in the last few days? Fill me in…

Houston quickie by the numbers

So far my trip has been rather work-related in preparation for the first party event tonight, but I thought I would drop in and let you know I haven’t been swept off my feet by some elderly oil baron with one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel–or a hot cowboy–so there’s not much to report.

However, a few numbers and random rambles.

3:  As in, I woke up at 3am Thursday for our 6am flight.

3: Hours in the air, but I lucked out and was not stuck next to a screaming child or a chit-chatty adult with morning breath. Bonus.

I would make sure my oxygen mask was in place before assisting Uncle June.

2: Hard-boiled eggs eaten on the plane as part of my breakfast. They were apparently suspicious material, as they prompted a bag check and funny looks when pulled out with prunes, Larabars, almond butter and cereal. Are these not normal carry-on items?

40: Degrees. In Houston. This was not on my daily manic weather check of the weather and I am not impressed. While I’m coming from single-digit Michigan, I am still cold.

1,009: People from Texas that have told me I must have brought the cold weather with me. If my fingers weren’t frozen, I would selectively choose one to flip to them.

2: Salads eaten at the closest place for anything green–a “mall” food court (there are about 10 stores.) Delicious option, but they’re not open on the weekends, so this lunch option will not exist going forward. If my fingers weren’t frozen, I would selectively choose one to flip to mall management.

I like green things.

450: Sponsor bags stuffed yesterday in a back room of the House of Blues for our event tonight.

750: People expected to be at our event tonight (I will post about this later, but it’s the same thing as last year.)

1: Lackluster cheesy mushroom sandwich on wheat from Potbelly’s. Lame.

I had high hopes...meh.

300: Kids at the Children’s Museum last night when I had to go take pictures for my other publication. However, I actually enjoyed seeing how much fun they were having. I might or might not have created a Styrofoam cup creature…

1: Picture of Uncle June at Minute Maid ballpark, as that’s where our second event is tomorrow. I love baseball. I miss baseball. It needs to hurry up.

Buy him some peanuts and Cracker Jacks.

40: Degrees. Did I mention this, along with the fact that this event is semi-outside tomorrow night? Again, if my fingers weren’t frozen…

2: Cab drivers that I think were either blind or driving with a chronic case of road rage and a blatant disregard for lights, lanes and laws.

1: Ironing board in the hotel room that I can’t figure out how to collapse, no matter how I flip it around and hit it with random things. It’s become a nice stand for my junk–making the most of it.

3: Towels used as a “yellow brick road” of sorts from the shower to my suitcase, as I forgot my hotel shower flip-flops.

10+: Unsuccessful attempts at figuring out how to jack up the heat in my room (so far.) Like the ironing board, I seem incapable of mastering this device. There’s still time to conquer this one.

4,000+: Times I’ve mentioned I’m cold. I know I’m annoying, but I’m also cold.

That’s about it so far!

I miss my vegetables and such, but I can rationalize that it’s just a few days of limited options and discomfort–physical and mental. Tonight should be fun and it’s the kick-off for the rest of a very busy weekend, so updates to follow.

So, sorry I’m not commenting–I’m sure my insightful wit is greatly, greatly missed–but there’s not much time for that. Plus, my fingers are frozen, so it makes it hard to type. Try to get along without me.

And now it’s time to get ready and put on my professional game face–and possibly some heels.