Well, Latin convention is over and I had more fun than my kids did. One example of things that contributed to my general euphoric rush happened when I bought a pretty 16 year at an auction for 15 dollars. My kids were scandalized.
I told the terrified girl that I only wanted one dance and that she didn't have to if she didn't want to. She acquiesed. When the slow song came on I threw her on my shoulders and spun her for about a minute (she had on jeans) then I put her down and thanked her for the lovely time. One of the chaperones asked if I had been drinking. Later I dressed in a chicken suit and harassed all sorts of people, claiming that I was from other schools. The Hilton's security came after me and requested that I leave the other guests alone. Other highlights of the trip include: a Roman banquet I attended glittered-up with a little off the shoulder number, shouting alot about chickens. Drinking the pool water, taking smoke breaks with my students, sleeping. Man did I sleep this weekend! I can't remember the last time I slept this well.

Today this morning, during an awards presentation, Meredith calls. I forgot to turn off my phone, and I forgot which pocket it was in. So it rings and rings, by the time I've gotten to it I've got the embarassed attention of the whole 344 person convention as I meekly clip it open and say, "I'll call you back later", without waiting for a response (they were waiting for me to call names)

Here's Meredith's message presumably left a few seconds later:
(In a slightly pissed tone) "What the Fuck was that?!"

Sorry Meredith, now you know. There's a similar message left on your answering machine, one left before I listened to your message.

Also, I now no longer have a stove, a washing machine, a microwave, a refrigerator, or a dryer. It seems that my esteemed British roomate neglected to tell us that his friend who used to live at our house, who owns all the appliances listed above, wanted them back.