It's just too much.

So you know the office episode when Michael Scott and Holly run into the conference room dressed in work out attire singing "let's get ethical" to the tune of "let's get physical?" That is kinda how yesterday began. We began our conference at 8:30 a.m. in downtown Minneapolis in a hotel that was decorated by the Miami Vice set designer. It was teal and purple meets art deco. Very eighties. Checkered racing flags hung from the walls of the hotel meeting room and the center pieces of the tables were adorned with mini trophies and race cars. So the theme of the week is NASCAR? I wasn't surprised, what did surprise me however, was when the managers came running into the room with head bands and wrist bands on, pretending to move in slow motion while Chariots of Fire played in the background. And so the day began. As did the Talladega Nights jokes, numerous "raise the roofs", and an abundance of one liners and infinite knee slapping and elbow jabbing. It's been a regular old comedy fest so far.
Last night was a "surprise event" which entailed a forty five minute bus ride with coolers of beer on board, to a lake where we would embark on a dinner cruise. I was expecting either group bowling or laser tag, so naturally I was pleased with the boat idea. The dinner cruise was quite delightful, for the first two hours, I mean. But long after the conclusion of dinner we continued to glide along the lake. I'm not a grump, I swear, but I'm only willing to purchase so many glasses of wine at $8 a piece while drinking with old strangers. Others thought differently. By the time we were safely on shore and the bus came back to get us there were a few people, I won't say names, who were acting quite inappropriate given the occasion. I'm not a prude by any means, but I've never been too keen about getting wasted with coworkers. It just seems weird to me. Perhaps I will think differently when I begin working for Chelsea, but I'll cross that alcoholic bridge when I come to it. So back on the bus we go. First it began with belly dancing, which led to the revealing of a tattoo, which then led to others wanting to show their hidden tattoo's in places that should have remained secret, which ended up with racy dancing in the back of the bus. Which obviously ended up with me keeping my head down not wanting to see anything I shouldn't. It was a classy work event to say the least. I have so many more stories to tell but sadly I am just sarcastically drained from all of the thoughts I've had to keep to myself all day long I don't have the energy to type another word. More to come tomorrow, airports all always inspiring.