This weekend I hosted a charity event. Have you ever heard the saying, “If you want something done right, do it yourself”? Well, with the exception of 1 or 2 other courageous women jumping in to save me at the end ….this event ended up being a one woman show. That’s okay, I can handle the pressure, the stress, the lack of sleep….all I need is my good friend Mr Starbucks.
Over the course of the last three days I have consumed more then my share of Starbucks, Tim Hortons and home brewed coffee then I care to admit. Between the coffee, and the less then stellar eating (cause you know that every good Mama/Event Planner puts herself dead last), let’s just say the stomach is not in the best of shape. I think my body has gone into a bit of survival mode. The good news is, I think I dropped a couple of pounds!
The day of my event arrives. All my ducks are in a row. I have spent the last 35 minutes running around with my shoes in one hand
cause I don’t run so well in three inch stilettos and just one more coffee in the other.
As the doors open, I am the picture of calm and collected. Or at least I think I am. I smile and greet, sell and promote. Do my job as best I can. Dinner hour arrives, only 30 minutes late, and finally I get to sit down to a real meal. I chatted and laughed and ate like there was no tomorrow. Made up for lost meals. My belly. She was not impressed. Apparently the body that had been put on starvation mode didn’t quite know what to do with the sudden influx of steak and butter soaked lobster.
I was going to have to ummmm use the facilities.
Talked myself out of it as long as possible, cause I am one of those girls who does not want to take her private business to a public location. Unfortunately, I was entering into the “cold sweat” territory. This visit to the ladies room was not going to be able to be avoided.
Excused myself and off I went.
As I entered the “Ladies” I was hoping to find I was alone. Perhaps I would be okay? Uh nope. A crowd of four was in there washing up. No problem, I could wait them out. How long can it possibly take four women to touch up their make-up and get back to the hall? Apparently a LONG TIME.
Girls…this is my plea to you. When you go into the ladies washroom. Just get in, do your thing, and get the heck out! Do not stand around in the washroom talking about how your metabolism is slowing down, how you need to eat more protein, that almonds are your new favourite snack, and you really need to drink more water! This is not a place for a casual conversation!!! There might be some poor girl in the stall with a terrible case of stage fright and the worst stomach cramp. For the love of all that is good in this world…take your conversation elsewhere!
I will not stoop so low as to divulge the rest of the events of my bathroom experience. Let’s just say..I survived and will be treating my body with a little more respect this week.
My new thought. Bathroom chatters should be automatically ejected from all events. Just Sayin.