smart kitty

I was tagging along with my writerly friend who was covering the event for a magazine. So, soon you will be able to read something coherent about the event. In the mean time, I can't sleep, so you get to read my account.

I was too late to compete in the official tournament, but that didn't stop me from getting my roshambo on. Oh no, it did not. I was kicking booty with my hot rock paper scissors moves against some of the other spectators and raking in the "fun money" the event organizers had given us so we could gamble.

At the end, rather than continuing to bet on my own side games (the successful strategy), I bet on the tournament (loser strategy). I bet against the woman who ended up winning the championship. Ultimately, I gave what was left of my amusing currency to some kids because, after counting it six times, I was pretty sure I didn't have enough to buy anything in what appeared to be some kind of auction. Wine!

Here is a sampling of the notes I took about Joy's chat with all-around hottie and winery president Naomi Johnson Brilliant. I'm not much of a note taker anyway, but since I work for a publication I figured I should try to write something down in case I wanted it.

I'm not kidding; this is some of what I wrote down:

had to happen. coneend a nsall ennvrt SF. ppl papwful thrmw first tourn 2002. 24 players bnnnnyvp sales. local cable.

Here's hoping that Ms. Brilliant thought I was Joy's retarded cousin who doesn't get out much and likes to copy her smart cousin by writing things down like a big girl. Did I mention that part of my "technique" to get to meet winery president lady was flirting with her boyfriend? His business card says he's a freelance bedwetter. If you are in need of a bedwetter, let me know and I will give you his number. He was wearing a nice skirt.

Update:
Check this snazzy photo of me in a game of Rock Paper Scissors. Thanks, Joy.