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Monday, March 05, 2007

terribly early in the morning

Idiots of the Day (or maybe not ) - The Coffee Fest Organizers

We’ve been going to Coffee Fest for years (4 or 5) here in Vegas.  It’s our favorite time of year, Coffee Fest & Dessert Expo time.  Leigh-Ann went to look up what the exact dates would be for Coffee Fest this year in Las Vegas, and she had to break the horrible news to me.  There isn’t one scheduled for Las Vegas.  There’s Georgia (Helly & Nancy, you should go, even if I HATE David & Marni Heilbrunn, the show organizers), Chicago, Tokyo (JAPAN - but you couldn’t come to VEGAS???), and Seattle.  I get their email newsletter and I don’t recall them ever telling us that they wouldn’t be coming to Vegas in 2007.  Coffee Fest/Dessert Expo is my favorite convention of all-time and I can’t believe it’s being taken away from me.  I ask for so little in life - TiVo, high-speed cable modem, tasty buffets, and COFFEE FEST.  How could they do this to me?  Don’t they realize that I’m chronically ill.  Heh.  Can I get a wish from the Make A Wish Foundation for them to hold Coffee Fest in Las Vegas?  Geez, and they don’t even mention anything on their website about Las Vegas.  It’s like they were never here.  It’s like we don’t even exist.  It’s so unfair.

Coffee Fest not coming to Las Vegas in 2007?  It’s UNPOSSIBLE!

Update - From Henry, my new hero, “My understanding is that because The SCAA (Specialty Coffee Assoc of America) is holding its annual convention in Long Beach two weeks before the summer session of Coffee Fest, the show directors decided to move it this year (this year only) to Atlanta.  LV, two weeks after SCAA, would be sparsely attended by the coffee industry. Atlanta is an underserved market and will be psyched.”  Still, I want them to come here.  :::stomp, stomp, stomp:::  Because the Thrashers season will probably be over in June, so that would mean no hockey.

the wee hours

The Every Other Day Schedule

I woke up today feeling okay, except for some back pain, which was exacerbated by having to clean up the dog urine that somehow leaked through the underpads (must’ve had a defective one) onto the floor.  I didn’t discover it until I was in the bathroom and not really in a position to do much about it when I realized that I’d stepped on a not quite dry floor.  Okay, it was a wet floor.  All over.  Ick.  Luckily, I had some baby wipes to clean my feet before I even had to step out of the bathroom.  They’re also super handy for cleaning the floor occasionally.  Hmm, I wonder if they’re bad for the floor.  I suppose I would’ve noticed something if they were hurting the floor.

I had planned on showering today and going out and getting a tall breve latte, mostly to reward myself just for showering and leaving the house.  I did neither.  Tomorrow, we both have an appointment with our pain management doctor (phew, glad I just wrote that, as we have to fill out the “how are you feeling” paperwork and we’ve forgotten, or I have, to do it), and I think we’re going to make him sad with how crappy we’re both feeling.  I’m not sure what magic potion he can give us though.  Maybe he’s been holding back on us and he has to wait until we reach the tipping point of insanity caused by fatigue before he prescribes it.  In fact, I’m sure of it.  When we come home tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to share the secret with you - pain patient oath be damned.