I survived the mandatory retreat this past weekend. Unfortunately it was 36 hours of my life that I’ll never get back. What an f-ing waste of time! I won’t bore you with the play-by-play, but I knew it was headed downhill when the leader of the committee in charge of putting it on said that he went through it a few years ago, and it was ‘the best experience of his life’. I’m sorry buddy, that’s just pathetic. If that was the best time of your life, then you need to get a freaking life! I’m hoping he was talking about his professional life. Even so, that’s pretty weak. It was pretty much as I expected. I went to bed when they broke out the Bingo game after dinner.
That retreat doesn’t even crack the top 100 fun things I’ve done. I’d have to say it ranked in the bottom 10%, right down there with being a street vendor in a parade or the year I thought I had an adult case of the chicken pox and couldn’t go out…on my birthday!
At least it’s over and I can completely wipe the experience from my memory. I’m off to a good start, must have been the painkillers I took, no wonder I was so tired. Do you ever wish you could get do-overs for a weekend? Or a date? Sometimes you just wish you could get the time back and do something else.
On another note, Happy Birthday to my BF! Milk it for all you can sister!
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