I promised that if I had something good to report, I would. Well, I do.
Back in Anaheim, CA, it was recommended that I leave my hotel at 3pm to avoid rush hour (Which begins at 4pm and concludes at 8pm). I heeded the advice and went to the Marriott Irvine - a hop, skip and a jump away from John Wayne Airport. I thought I would have myself a bit of dinner, check e-mail and get a bit of work done.
Not so much. Why, you ask? Two Words - COOKIE LEE.
Somehow, I ended up in the same hotel lobby bar as the leadership of Cookie Lee, an at home jewelry party corporation. There were 200 women hooting, hollering, taking various shots (at 5pm no less...) and wearing bright teal sashes proclaiming that they were "The 2008 Glamour Girls." Now, this was a scene.
At first I had no idea what was happening. It was like a Miss America pageant reunion. As I sat there in the midst of this insanity, finishing Groundswell no less (Oh wait, it's been done for weeks!) I asked the bartender and he said: Cookie Lee. Two words that changed my life. For the next two hours as I waited to leave for the airport, I picked up several business cards from salespeople who wanted me to sell jewelry in my spare time. Considering that I'm blogging at 5am and I live in a one bedroom, I am NOT the ideal Cookie Lee girl.
On a side note, I also believe that I have an invisible sign that says, "Tell Me Your Story." In addition to the Cookie Lee gals (and the use of "gals" is completely appropriate there), I met "Mary." "Mary" is the 55 year old newly ex-wife of a plastic surgeon with a strong predilection for women, gambling and women. Evidently, Dr. No-Good was this way for their entire 31 year marriage and bankrupted them, costing them their mansion in Newport Beach. She now lives in a condo in St. Louis, MO and HATES it. She is trying to move back to the West Coast to be closer to her adult children and she hates not being married even if he was a "letch" (Her word, not mine). Did I mention that "Mary" has a strong predilection for Chardonnay? Yup, these are my travels.
Alright, well an infomercial on the ShamWow is on at Newark and I feel compelled to watch it. This guy is amazing. Plus, I am slowly losing my mind and still have another hour until we board for Philadelphia.