CBC bio

**You can still enter the giveaway for two full-conference CBC passes by clicking here. Winner will be announced Friday, 2 April, 2010.**

Following is your very own sneak-preview of my CBC bio.

Jenny,

GET BLOGGING! I'd love to read yours! Miss you!

Stephanie

Since finding that simple message in her inbox in June, 2005, Jenny Eckton has treasured the experiences brought into her life through blogging.

Jenny Eckton grew up in a tiny town in the Southwestern corner of New York. At age 19, after a short stint in the Chicago suburbs, she decided to move to Provo, Utah, with a friend to create a band, in which she played bass guitar and sang. Living in Provo was supposed to have been a temporary stop in her journey through life, but she finds herself still living there and liking it, now a wife of over twelve years, and a mother to six children (5 alive, 1 in Heaven). Getting to stay home with her kids is what she’s always wanted to do, and that’s what she’s doing.

In the midst of changing diapers and all that goes along with that scene (favorite: laundry; least favorite: floors), Jenny still makes time for her own interests which, surprisingly to no one more than herself, include preparing for and participating in triathlons. She enjoys music – singing, playing, dancing, listening, you name it, and is eager to have any opportunity to pick up her guitar. Jenny enjoys traveling (doesn’t everybody?), hiking, comedy, TV (DVR makes her a better mom), writing, letterpress, laughing, farmers markets, Trader Joes, IKEA, radio, concerts, quilts, planning her dream house, red, and getting mail. She comments around town as ~j., her twitter handle is @formerlyphread, and her blog is formerlyphread.com.

Jenny blogs to write, to connect, to laugh, and to exchange and express ideas and ever-evolving opinions. She has written guest posts on Segullah and Light Refreshments Served, and was featured as a Monday’s Maven on inevergrewup.net. Most prized have been the friendships which have been created through the blogging process.

don't you know who i am?

**You can still enter the giveaway for two full-conference CBC passes by clicking here. Winner will be announced Friday, 2 April, 2010.**

"Tell them about the X96 thing."

I had been asking some friends about what to include in my bio for the Casual Blogger Conference in May. Coming up with this sort of thing can be tricky for me. See, I don't have what some would consider accolades. Though I'm not Without Honors, it can certainly be difficult to put together a resumé for myself, so I include experiences, interests, and The Like. One of my interests is radio. In the past handful of years, one radio station in particular has been my Station of Choice in the mornings, 96.3 FM out of Salt Lake City, KXRK, or X96. Their morning show, Radio from Hell, is my preferred morning show. More than that, over the past few years I've gotten to know the hosts, Kerry, Bill, and Gina, as well as Richie (The Producer).

Apparently, this interest has turned into what has become known as My X-96 Thing.

How I've gotten to semi-know the cast of RFH is simply a matter of me attending remotes and phoning in, combined with them being really awesome people. I began phoning in with the pseudonym Molly Mormon, which I suppose has been memorable. In addition, they have been generous enough to allow me to sit in during their live morning show, as well as stop in whenever I've happened to be in their neighborhood (which I used to be rather frequently, when I was taking Bubby to PCMC for his hearing tests and such).

They're good people.

In fact, if you look closely at the back of my van, you'll see that the vinyl family stickers I have on my rear window are actually not images of my family members but are instead those of X96 DJs.

I hold Kerry, Bill, Gina, and Richie in high regard. They are kind to me and to my family, and they remember us and are engaging when we see them.

And that is My X-96 Thing.

Speaking of which, Monday evening we attended a RFH Mixer at Wing Nutz in Orem.


In regards to Buffalo Wings, Curly will eat any of you under the table any day of the week.

Li'l ~j. prefers boneless, with barbeque sauce.


Atcha simply wants to dramatically fling lemonade into her mouth with a straw.


Superstar needs a break every now and then. You know, to conserve energy for cartwheels.


Bubby was taking care of shelling peanuts for everyone, and doing a fine job, at that.


Superstar has this thing for impressing Kerry.

Bill declared, "Let's take a picture with the Mormon children!"

And so it was done.

CBC Full Conference PassES giveaway!

Yes, that's right, PassES, plural. This is so awesome.

As you may know, I have the privilege of being one of the speakers at this year's Casual Blogger Conference. I've had some people ask, "Bloggers have conferences?" (Yes, we do.). Just yesterday I had someone ask, "What's a blog?" (Oh my.). For fun details about this conference, with specifics on just why you should attend, please click here. And then click back here because . . .

This week, I have the honor of hosting a giveaway for not one, but TWO full-conference passes.


ONE winner will get TWO full conference passes, one for her and a friend.

Now, on to the entries. It's really simple:

~ For one entry, subscribe to CBC's newsletter. After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word NEWSLETTER.

~ For a second entry, follow CBC on twitter. After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word @CBConference.

~ For a third entry, become a fan of CBC on facebook. After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word FACEBOOK.

~ For a fourth entry, become a follower of my blog on my sidebar (maybe you already are, and that's awesome). After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word FOLLOW. **This will get you five entries.**

~ For a fifth entry, subscribe to my blog via Google Reader (maybe you already do, and that's awesome). After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word READER. **This will get you five entries.**

~ For a sixth entry, follow me on twitter. After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word @formerlyphread. **This will get you five entries.**

~ For a seventh entry, tweet about this giveaway with a link to this post AND a mention of both @formerlyphread AND @CBConference. After you've done this, leave a comment with your name (or pseudonym, or email address) and the word TWEET. **This will get you five entries.**

~ The winner for this prize will be announced here on this blog on Friday, April 2nd, 2010.

Simple, right?

Please note: When you subscribe to CBC's newsletter, follow them on twitter, or become a fan on facebook, you're actually entering three MORE giveaways. On April 1st, CBC will be choosing one person from each of those lists to win a full conference pass.



Do I need to mention that this is the LAST WEEK for conference pass giveaways? Yep, it's true. It's also the last week for discounted pricing; Night Owl pricing ends March 31st. (To purchase your discounted pass, please click on the link on my sidebar where it says Click Here to Register.)


I can't wait to see you at the conference. It will be a fun-filled, exciting and worthwhile weekend.

Best of luck to you!! Remember the winner will be announced on Friday!

me on the side

Let's take a minute and talk about a few of the newer things on my sidebar, shall we?

~ CBC Buttons

The first one is where you can click and be taken to the site for the Casual Blogger Conference -- click on it to register, to see the agenda, to plan a fun weekend for yourself in May.

The second one lets you know that, yes, I will be one of the speakers at CBC. I am so, so excited about this -- more about this next week.


~ Formspring button

This is new-ish. I'm just trying to get a grasp as to why we need so many forums to discuss things and connect (since, you know, we have blogs & comments and twitter and email and texts and, oh yeah, voices), but I think this one is rather neat-o. Just as the button says, you ask away. Whatever you'd like. Anonymous or not. Q&A. Neat and tidy, like a list. I like it. Try it.

~ My button

It's for YOU. Take it.

~ Copyright

Stealing's against the law.

~ Blog archive

Please to take a stroll. Do remember, though, that since I went from being a dot-blogspot to a dot-com, all my comments have disappeared (don't remind me, *sniff*).

~ Buttons, buttons, I've got the buttons

Showing you that I'm a Mormon, and I write stuff, and some blogs I like, including where to find an awesome blog designer.

~ More links

Yes, there are many. I like blogs. You know how it is.

~ Ads

Thanks, Google (for nothing).

~ Followers

I just -- just today -- learned how to be a follower like this. In fact, I accidentally became a follower of myself, and haven't figured out how to remove that. Go ahead and follow me -- that's how I'm finding other people to follow.

What do you like on the side?

He Won Last Night

In an effort to Be Rock & Roll,
my brother inadvertently makes the sign for "I love you"

During my freshman year of high school, I took a Gourmet Cooking class. At least a few times a week my fellow group-mates (there were four of us in our group) would ask for an update on how my little brother had performed in the previous night's baseball game, to which I would always reply, "He won last night." This became the theme of our group. James was the beneficiary of most of our concoctions -- grasshopper cookies, and I'm sure some others but I don't remember what they were, except for the time we chose to make pizza and wings and served it with strawberry Quik but we just ate that during class, we didn't have any to take home with us -- delivered to him in a paper bag with the words, "James. He won last night." written on it with Matthew's sharpie.

The thing is, James has always won. Excellent artist. Top wrestler. Cutest boy around. Class clown. Star musician. It's just what he does. I'm over it.

Which is why when he phoned me on Saturday from Texas and told me that he and Steve are TEAM USA, I didn't react with much flourish. "I'm happy for you and everything but to be honest, I'm just not surprised. It's what you do. Plus, I don't know exactly what this means, but I think it's like the Olympics or something, so, you know -- YAY!"

I'm wicked proud of him.

And only a little bit jealous that he's currently here:


Poor baby.

What's that you ask? What is it that he won?

Well.

Since I barely know anything about it, I'll let you read the words of my brother's friend (professor?) George. **I completely ripped the following from facebook. I don't even know George.**

Illinois Team Wins ABA NATIONAL Client Counseling Competition in Texas!

As reported previously, our college team for the ABA Client Counseling Competition, Steve Rogers and James Noonan (2Ls), went to Milwaukee last month and won first place in our region.

They have just finished representing our region in the national ABA competition at Baylor Law School in Waco, Texas, on Friday, March 19 and Saturday, March 20.

Steve and James had three rounds of competition on Friday afternoon and won them all. At the end of the day, six of the twelve regions were eliminated and the other six regions were seeded for the semifinal round on Saturday morning. At the banquet on Friday night, it was announced that our team had earned the #1 seed! They were also given a trophy and three placques to commemorate their regional championship.

On Saturday morning, Steve and James won their semifinal round and advanced with two other teams to the final round Saturday afternoon. The final rounds were video recorded and will be made available nationwide. After the judges gave their comments, all of which were very favorable for our team, it was then announced that the University of Illinois team was the new national champion! Steve and James were awarded another trophy to commemorate their achievement, in addition to other first place prizes.

136 law schools had participated in the United Sates regional competitions of the ABA Client Counseling Competition this year. As the first place finishers in the national competition, Steve and James will represent the USA at the international competition in two weeks, April 7-10. Steve and James will be competing against the national champions from Canada, England, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Holland, Finland, China, Cambodia, Australia, New Zealand, and Nigeria (and other nations). The internation competition is being held this year in Hong Kong.

We certainly can be proud of our team for winning both the regional and the national championships. We have had many wonderful teams represent us in years past, and many of them advanced to the finals of the regional competition, often finishing in second place. This is the first year we have won the regional championship of this competition. To then go on to win the national championship is truly remarkable, and well deserved. I watched them compete in every round and I understand why the judges were unanimous in awarding them first place. They are a great team and will do a wonderful job representing our college, and our country, in the international competition.

George Bell

I'm-a win a contest! Law! I Object Your Honor! Honk! Whaaaaaaaa?

lullaby

Tonight I received a text message from la yen, asking me to which of my babies I used to sing a certain song. I answered, "Bubby," and told her it was because it was the ONLY thing which would get him to stop screaming and make eye contact with me. At that point, yen suggested that he and I watch Rock of Love together, as it may spur some serious bonding.

The song? Here's the exact version:



(Should anyone wish to prepare Ted's part so that we may sing a duet, please just let me know.)

vegas day 4

Sunday morning we all got to work packing up our things. I mentioned to the ladies that although we had a goal of getting home at a time that would require that we hit the road immediately, I'd rather take advantage of getting another great meal in the city than stop at Sonic or whatever, and they agreed. We checked out of the hotel and headed, once again, to France, where the lines for buffets reach Germany. We opted for a bakery or creperie (sp?) and sat in a common area to enjoy our breakfast.





At the point where I finished my crepe with spinach and mushrooms and whatnot, Azu'car had left her seat to do a bit of last-minute shopping and a nice lady approached us to ask if she could sit with us. As she got settled I tried to figure out how to go about attacking my dessert crepe (yes, I ordered two -- I had no idea how ginormous they are), but I just felt so full; I took two bites and sat back. I asked the woman what brought her to Vegas and she told us that she was speaking at a conference for personal trainers, and her topic, her specialty, is eating disorders. Consequently, I then took a third bite of my crepe and pushed the plate away, proclaiming to be full. The Nice Woman eyed me, "You hardly had any of that." I told her it was my second one, and she nodded and finished her breakfast of grapes and melon.

As we drove away from the city, into that tiny corner of Arizona, up the canyon and into the red rocks of Southern Utah, I evaluated my experience:

~ The way some people talked about Vegas, I thought it would be a filthy, filthy place. As in, you couldn't walk any where without stepping on papers advertising strippers. I didn't find that to be the case at all.

~ Having gotten ample warning about not accepting papers from people on the street, again, I had an image in my mind of people yelling, following people until they'd accept a wee flier in their hand. Again, not the case. The men stand in a line on the sidewalk and make a little clicking noise with their cards, but it's not difficult, or even out of the ordinary, to simply ignore them.

~ Vegas is kind of EPCOT, innit.

~ Head's up, Cafe Rio! Cedar City's has a DRIVE-THRU! Take note and apply to West Provo.

~ Turns out, not where but who you're with that really matters.

And now, courtesy of Sue-do, some final pictures:



Awesome ceiling. I don't remember where this was.

Me, doing Benny & Joon at the German restaurant.


Family picture at the Chinese gardens at the Bellagio.

Looking out over the city the first night.

The, ahem, Other Club we went to the first night.

This umbrella display was so, so beautiful.

German band from dinner the first night

Blue light-up floor from the first night.



For la yen. On its side on purpose. It's how we do.

Dear Grandma,

I miss you.

There are a few days of my life that I remember specifically, and one of them is Saturday, March 17th, 1990. I remember, clearly, being at the theater for rehearsal; I didn't know we were supposed to have brought a lunch, so I called home during break, which is when I was told that you had passed away. Brandy and I cried and cried, and someone bought us Arby's.

I remember the way your home smelled. Cinnamon. And tea. And clean. And lovely, lovely smoke -- pipe smoke, cigarette smoke. I can still recall the scent and feel of the blankets on the beds in the rooms of your home - the home on Lakin, the home in Lakewood, the home in Stillwater. And you, I could smell you, too. The lipstick. The hairspray and perfume. The Oil of Olay. I can still see it all laid out so prettily on top of your dresser. How I loved to watch you put on your lipstick. You took such care. And always dressed to the nines. Always.


I have one memory of you sitting at the table in the dining room in the house in Busti. You were sitting with your back to the south-facing windows, your legs crossed. Likely there was loud music playing (or maybe that's just every single other memory I have of that room); you called me over to you, and I stood at your left side. You placed your cigarette into an ashtray and studied my face. Your hand on my cheek, you surprised yourself with your words: "You, young lady, are developing quite a jaw line." I didn't know the meaning of those words, only that whatever it was, it pleased you, and that made me happy.

Of course there are the other memories. Visits after swimming lessons, where you told me to not make crumbs because they would "call ants." Playing with the mini cast-iron stove. Wanting so desperately, so badly, to play with the glass dolls, especially the one with the blond hair. Your sweet iced tea. Chocolate Milk With A Bendy Straw -- so iconic each word requires capitalization. You made lunch for me and had no other desire other than to watch me eat it, ready to clean up or serve more at my very whim. While watching a show together on the making of The Karate Kid, I was horrified to see someone applying lip color with a brush to my precious Ralph Macchio, but you assured me that wearing makeup was part of his job. (Why do I remember that? Oh, that's right, because I have the same discussion - different actor - with my kids frequently.)

When I heard your specific request that the grandchildren not attend your funeral, I was angry. I thought I should be the exception. Now I understand - really get it -- that you wanted us to remember the way you looked at Thanksgiving, before the pancreatic cancer so quickly wreaked havoc upon your body. I get it.

I have cried. I have wept while thinking of your absence. Even now, twenty years later, my memories are fresh and my heart hurts. I wish we could talk about my life. You would be so, so proud, I know you would. With my sadness, though, I am profoundly grateful for what was my lot to be your oldest grandchild, doted upon like no other. I have thought often over the years of how I wish to convey that to the others, in case they don't remember, in case they ever wondered, that they could know that had your time here been longer, they, too, would have been the recipients of such; and my deepest sorrow of your not being here -- the most tears and the most sincere tears -- have, in fact, been for Natalie, Mia, and Lian. How wonderful a legacy you left for us to teach them about you.

I know I'll see you again. But for now, Grandma Elly . . .

I miss you.

because we need another

THIS JUST IN:

I interrupt my review of Vegas Trip to get your feedback.

Today my cousin is having a baby.

She doesn't know the baby's gender.

Her last name is Norris.

I say: Boy, Charles; girl: Charlotte.

You know where I'm going with this.

If you agree, please comment.

vegas day 3

Saturday morning I woke up and, like my Regular Days, put on my workout clothes, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed for the gym -- in this case, the hotel's workout room, which had the coolest treadmills I've ever seen, what with their high-tech technology (a phrase I actually used on this trip). After a good run/jog and watching some of a movie I've never seen before which is about a dog and in which I bet you twenty bucks the dog dies at the end, I was pleased to see my three comrades already enjoying their breakfasts in the lobby. I had to wait for more eggs to be cooked, and when we four were satiated breakfast-wise, we prepared for the remainder of our day.

Regarding shopping during this trip, I had made myself a wee promise that I wouldn't purchase anything that could rightly be purchased at home, yet when we entered White House Black Market, which shop exists in My Main Mall At Home, I couldn't help but purchase a beautifully comfortable butterfly-winged shirt for myself. Bonus: On Sale. A few more shops, then we hurried back to the hotel and drove Tiffany and Azu'car to where they needed to make their tee time. While they were busy playing golf Sue & I went to a local Aveda spa, where she got a massage and I got my hair washed and straightened. Perfectly, we all finished around the same time. Back to the hotel to get ready for one last night out, which, for me, means eyeliner on the top AND lower lids.

We valet-ed (reals, someone tell me the correct past tense here) at The Mirage, which is the very place to which we'd return after dinner to see The Show.


I had wanted to go to Serendipity III to try their Frrrozen Hot Chocolate, so that's where we decided to go to dinner. I'm not gonna lie, the hostesses were disinterested, seemingly incompetent and borderline rude. During our wait for a table, Sue & I walked to the Bellagio so that I could see a proper, lit-by-night Fountain Show.


It was pretty neat, to be certain, though my pictures of it wouldn't tell any grand stories. It's like taking pictures of fireworks.



We got back to the restaurant and were seated. We placed a rush order on our meals (we were cutting it close, time-wise, for our show), and after our waiter left our table we basked in each others' company, like so:




Our shared dessert actually arrived first, and I took the first sip.


Review of the drink: Blended melted fudgesicle. Also, slimfast shake. I'll have to try one the next time I'm in NYC and see how it compares. And then order the $1,000 dessert (no, I'm not kidding).

The food was surprisingly tasty, and we wolfed it down in record time.

The Beatles Love. It was spectacular. Go see it. I'd see it again a hundred times, yes I would.

After the Cirque show, the thought occurred to me to just go back to the hotel, just let the beauty of that show be my last memories of the evening. But a sport and a trooper am I, and we went to one last club -- a dancing experience, if you will.

I should say here, perhaps as a reminder, that I do love to dance. Our first night included dancing to a live band, and it was so much fun. I like to dance to music. To songs. Not just to beats and scratches. I mean, I can appreciate a good deejay as much as the next, but that doesn't mean I want to dance to it. And Paul Oakenfold is a big deal in this realm, and, like I said, I'm up for it.

It just wasn't my thing.

I mean, the standing in line to wait to get in (we only had to wait 25 minutes) - to wait to be LET in by the guys with earpieces, picking and choosing at their pleasure who was to be let in (yes, just like In The Movies); and in the club, the guys in stilts dressed as transformers; the "trapeze girls" with their neon body paint and handing out shots and wriggling around on that trapeze (I had just seen Cirque, so . . .); the sensory-dulling beats and lack of music; the bartender who, though he gave me a free refill on my ginger ale, was still kind of a jerk . . . I let Sue know that I was ready to go, and she and I drove back to the hotel, leaving Tiffany and Azu'car to walk home. Just kidding, they took a cab.

Washed my face, ate some pomegranate seeds with a spoon for a snack, and went to bed.

I wanted one more day.

Up Next:
Last Day/The Drive Home!

vegas day 2

Friday morning I woke up to my stomach's instructions to get some protein. Everyone else in our suite was still sleeping, so I went solo to the hotel's lobby to enjoy some eggs, and some grapefruit. Then, in an unprecedented move in my adult life, I returned to my hotel room and went back to sleep. For a long time. Like, until my body told me to wake up again. Once I was ready (because, in truth, I'm the last one to be ready. Just like in Real Life.) we began our day of enjoying the sunshine and just some of the beauty that Las Vegas had to offer.

After valet-ing (is that a word?) Sue's car at (in?) Paris, we walked to the Bellagio and saw this beautiful ceiling display of hand-blown glass:



and a pony! A shiny, sparkly pony!


Then we went to China to smell the incense and the flowers.

Lunch was on the patio at (in?) Paris. The sunshine, the two-hour meal, the company, the food itself, the fountain across the street . . . all elements added together to create a memorable experience which has made Going To France my tongue's desire.


(See that George Wallace picture on the truck on the street? He was actually in the restaurant eating lunch that day at the same time.)

After lunch we went shopping. I was introduced to a store called H&M, which I like, despite only having found one item for myself there. That evening we also decided to peruse our options at a half-price ticket booth, finally settling on seats for the Cirque du Soleil show The Beatles Love at the Mirage for the following night. After a trip to Trader Joe's where I loaded my cart full of my family's favorites, we headed back to the hotel.

What, Sue? I can't take a picture of you drinking water?

Azu'car and Tiffany were reenacting a concert they had gone to on Wednesday night. It was by a band . . . what's it called again? . . . oh, yes, that's right: The Killers.

Tiffany thinks that's a bass player pose.

And Azu'car likes to parody Brandon Flowers.

Removing karaoke from our agenda, we rightly opted for a night of chat in the hotel's hot tub.

Coming soon . . .
A Saturday In Vegas.

ps, happy birthday, courtney.

commercial

I interrupt this awesome series of trip reviews to bring two things to your attention:

1, My son is, like, wearing underwear instead of diapers. And he's doing it agreeably.

2, I need to win this prize, like, SO BAD YOUGUYS.

vegas day 1

I hadn't ever been to Las Vegas (other than to drive past on my way to California, and to go to the temple), so I was more than curious when an opportunity was created to travel there with a few friends. Arrangements were made and last Thursday Sue picked me up at my house, we picked up Azu'car, and we drove South, through a snowstorm and then the beautiful red rocks of Southern Utah. We arrived at McCarran just in time to drive up to the curb and call, "Love you long time?" to Tiffany. After checking in at the hotel, we went to dinner. In Germany.

Regretfully, I didn't take any pictures of the 3-piece band (one man holding a yellow sign with black letters reading CLAP), nor of the great hall in which we were sitting, with the long wooden tables and matching benches. I did, however, take a picture of the ginormous plate of noodles I ordered:

One of my favorite features of this particular restaurant is that the utensils lived on the table. Want to use another fork? Because you might be just like a four-year-old who doesn't want the macaroni fork to touch the salmon fork? You're in luck. The basket of forks is right there, to use at your discretion.

(Yes, those were all my forks.)


Our shared dessert was pretty. Just like Tiffany.

So awesome when you only remember to ask your waitress to take a photo after you've eaten. Because what would a picture be without take-out boxes?

After dinner we went to Palms (The Palms?) to go dancing. Tiffany, with all her connections, led us past all the men with the earpieces (serious, SERIOUS stuff there, guys. You can't just go to any club all willy-nilly by yourself. You need to be escorted and watched at every turn.) to what we thought was going to be the club called Moon, but as it turns out, Moon didn't open until 11, so we went to a different club to wait it out. At the appropriate hour, the escalator led us to Moon where my dream of sections of floor being lit up had come true. We went to a room where I thought cool air was being blown on us as a courtesy due to the fact that when you dance you might warm up; it took me a good five minutes to realize that we were actually outside. I enjoyed the view, updated my facebook status, and after Sue took this picture

we went to the very place in that picture. The club was called Ghostbar, and we were treated to the music of Flashback Heart Attack, an 80s coverband who wrote such hits as Turning Japanese. Dancing to that music was so, so much fun for me. Almost as fun was the man who approached us on the open-air floor and asked us each what we do for a living. He called BS when my answer was, "I'm a shepherd."* As a test, he inquired as to what a shepherd's most important responsibility might be; he implied that it is to ensure that, "the flock doesn't eat all the vegetation," while I suggested that it is, in fact, "to go after the one." Poor guy.

Could I go back, I would have stayed at that club longer because MAN it was a lot of fun.

Back at the hotel, I washed up and went to bed. The next day's adventures to come . . .








* - this was only one example of my playing the role of Abed Nadir during our entire trip.