That's what she said

Well, somehow I missed the memo that the culinary conference I thought I was attending was actually turned into the amateur comedians conference. Picture a room full of public speakers each dying to get their jokes in before the next person. A normal thirty minute discussion turns into a 2 1/2 hour discussion because each last comic standing wannabe has to make sure to get their "that's what she said," and "I'm kinda a big deal," jokes in before the end of the day. It was literally my hell. The whole time I'm looking around the room for anybody else as annoyed as I was, even as partially annoyed, even somewhat, but nothing. Toward the end of the day when we were already running late I even mumbled a few times, "ok buddy, we get it," and "no more comments, you've made the point you think you're funny," but the girl next to me didn't hear me over her chuckles. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's 9:30 p.m. and I faked a stomach ache to come back to my room while the rest of the wild crew goes out for a night on the town. I had good intentions, I truly thought at the start of the night I was going to play along and get drunk with the crew like a good co worker should. But one thing lead to another and three glasses of wine in and I was more annoyed than drunk. After someone asked a question regarding what kind of cooler they should buy to transport their culinary supplies and received a comment along the lines of "you'd be a lot COOLER if you bought..." I knew I'd had enough. There was no sense in torturing myself any longer. It's really not that I think I'm that much better than everyone else, because I don't. Yes, Norfolk Senior High that's what I said, I DON'T THINK I'M BETTER. I just don't have anything in common with these people. Maybe I'm just that arrogant that I prefer my own company to anyone elses'. That's not really bad, is it? I mean is it really that awful that I am just more entertained by the convos that go on in my own head as opposed to convos with strangers? I don't think so. I've always been good being a loner.
On a completely other note I just saw on the news that some people got attacked in their tents while camping in bear country. The forest police (I can't remember what you call them? sargents? militia? McGruff?) anywho the guys who run the forest think they found the bear responsible and have her, and her cubs, in custody. Apparently, they tracked the bear from feces they found in the woods- guess that answers that age old question. Anyway, if they find out for sure it was her she will be "put down," as will her cubs. I realize the bear killed someone, and I do think that's awful... But let's look at the flip side for a moment. What if bears set up camp in a man's house that was in a neighborhood called "mans country?" I think it's pretty safe to say that if that man came downstairs and found three bears in his living room he would probably kill at least one bear, as well. I guess I just hope the bear has a good lawyer.