Mom and I are currently recuperating at a Comfort Suites. It’s significantly cheaper than even the conference rate, which Mom couldn’t get extended anyway.
The room is larger than expected. It fits two double beds and a sofa without feeling crowded, plus there’s a reasonably sized bathroom and a small area for the mini-fridge and microwave. For $89 a night — through Hotels.com, of course. That includes free wi-fi and a continental breakfast. Woot!
Granted, it’s not conveniently located next to much. (We walked to Target yesterday, on a road not meant for pedestrians or street-crossings.) But that’s actually to our benefit. It gives us an excuse to do absolutely nothing.
Other than the aforementioned trip to Target for some frozen meals and snacks, we’re spending the three days just chilling out. Sunday, I showed Mom some @midnight episodes. Yesterday, I caught her up on Archer via Netflix. I’m sure more entertainment will be streamed today.
Tonight, of course, we have to go over our suitcases and make sure everything gets in.
Yes, I was able to fit the yoga mat. Plus, now I have a bunch more t-shirts to wear around the house. You know you’re frugal when new shirts means that you now have shirts without holes in them.
I wish I’d had more time to write posts during FinCon, but I felt like I was at a dead run the whole time. Despite not really attending sessions.
In my defense, a lot of the four days was spent trying to foist the sticky note pads on various people. lthough trying to push 200 sticky note pads out in four days takes a lot of time. (We got rid of more than 3/4 of them. I count that as a win.)
I will say that being sober at the after-party was a whoooole different experience. I know that it allowed me to truly appreciate the surreality of watching a bunch of macho guys — FinConners and others — sing “You’re the One That I Want” from Grease and “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift.
I think the wedding ring kept guys away. (I prefer that thought to “My age kept guys away.”) So I was free to literally monitor the single gals’ backs.
As guys crept up too close behind them, I’d scoot the girls toward me in a “Hey, let’s dance together!” ruse and maneuver myself between them and the guys. I think that counts as my charity work for the year.
Mainly, I spent the conference days chatting with old friends and meeting new ones.
I got to know the bloggers from Bare Budget Guy, Mr. and Mrs. Budgets, Cashville Skyline, Unplanned Finances, Frugal Beautiful, Finance Girl, Budget and the Beach, Financially Blonde, and plenty of others that I’ve probably now insulted by not mentioning them. Luckily, I have the fatigue-fogged brain excuse.
I also got the ego-stroke of hearing “Oh, I read you!” Mind you, they could just have been being polite, but the enthusiasm seemed real. Or perhaps that’s just what my brain needs to believe. Either way, I feel special.
Okay, I’m off to do nothing again. I’m really good at it.
How’s the past week been for you guys?