Conferenced Out

Long time, no blog. Or at least no blog of my own. Things have been pretty crazy with the Stupids here in town. I've been entertaining houseguests and a seemingly endless number of out-of-towners. But it's been good to see old friends again. It's always an occasion to exchange good stories, eat good food, and drink more than one should. The empty wine bottles in my kitchen can attest to the debauchery. Some friends from my grad school, Rutgers, came to Halifax for the conference, which was great since I'm heading back to Rutgers in the fall and I'm glad to be back in better touch with people. And my closest friend from my Masters days, the Renaissance Eeyore, stayed with me from last Wednesday until yesterday and we celebrated her birthday at my place with a group of her friends on Saturday night. The bush I burned at last year's conference, we'll call her the Shakespearean Dykelet, is also in town for the conference, recovering from the recent death of her estranged husband. Talk about weird conversations. Oh, and then there was the panel my paper was part of earlier today that included my ex (of the "great Canadian beaver" story). But she didn't show up, so someone else had to read her paper for her. Drama wherever she goes. That's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to conference tales. So far, it has not been nearly as much fun as my time last year in Toronto, but it's sure been busy and has produced its own share of stories. More later, undoubtedly, about the Queen of Catechresis, Women in Buddhist Heaven papers, and Pious Ethics.

For those of you still anxiously awaiting the judgment of the lesbian jokes, I promise it won't be much longer now.

Now, though, sleep is of the essence.... zzzzzzzzzzz