New Orleans – Night 3 (of 3)
Last day of the conference! Yeah! They hold these things in places like Vegas and New Orleans so the participants don’t die of boredom, resurrect themselves, and then brutally kill themselves again rather than be accosted by one more participating vendor trying to sell you something. Okay, it’s really not all THAT bad, but three days of anything work related stuck in one big room is a bit much. So, we got stuff at the conference and we’ll make a fortune this year with all the great ideas and shmoozing that we did. Yeah! Rah!
We got invited to dinner by a couple guys who make wreathes. I think it was a reward for selling their product the year before. We sold, like, umm… 50 wreathes in one sale. Hell, if we’d actually kicked some pine butt they might have bought us both cars! Well, there’s always next year (hint hint wreath guys)!
After dinner, we figured the wreath guys (from Wisconsin) would turn in and we’d go walk down to Bourbon Street again – but we weren’t going to drink tonight. Turns out Wisconsin guys don’t go to bed at 10pm like depicted on popular television after all! So, we ended up at [censored] and [censored] and a whole lot at [censored]. Then we returned to [censored] and we did [censored] at least 3 times! Crazy, man… crazy. I can’t really remember the rest, but everybody was smiling a lot and didn’t mind at all that the “shot girls” seemed to make twice as much as our annual salaries in one night. Hey, it’s a highly specialized field, right?
*Note – I had to edit the above because I wasn’t sure, what with my wide readership, that it was appropriate to report the mass amounts of alcohol people from Wisconsin are able to consume. Of course, I would not want to do that. Though I always wondered how they didn’t freeze up there in the cold winters.
All in all, we closed down Bourbon Street the last night… went to bed (not) and flew out the next morning (we didn’t know what time it was and camped out at the airport early to make sure we didn’t sleep through the boarding).
Viva La New Orleans!!! Err… I mean Viva Fundraising Conference! Yeah, that’s it…