Monday, February 18, 2013
LTUE Conference & Getting Picked Up in Beaver
This last weekend I attended the LTUE Conference (Life, the Universe, and Everything) in Provo, Utah. It was pretty sweet. I got to hang with some awesome writers, and meet some new amazing ones. There were tons of noteworthy moments while participating in the three day conference (men in capes, strange smells, dancing to Justin Bieber with a Yukon XL full of normally introverted writers, and listening to Megan Whalen Turner's keynote speech while my friend draws explicit images on the suede of my Ugg boots).
But I have to say the highlight of my weekend happened a few hours before the conference even started, while I was still driving the six hours from Las Vegas to Provo. Half way through the trip I needed to pull over and get some caffeine. I was getting tired and a bit hungry, and could use some stretching of the legs. So I go into the convenience store, get myself some Diet Cokey, and start wandering around aimlessly for something healthy to eat. I stop in front of the pretzels and start over-thinking things (as usual). The back of my leg feels tight so I bend over for a little stretch. When I raise back up I catch the eye of someone whose eyes aren't on my face. It's a woman and I think she is totally offended at my mid-aisle Yoga posing, until her eyes light up and she smiles at me in a way that makes do a double take.
I give her an awkward smile back and bolt to the counter with the pretzels I didn't even remember grabbing. I'm standing in line and the dude in front of me thinks its a pharmacy because he's asking the clerk which kind of cold medicine she thinks is best for his symptoms! Gah! As I am (im)patiently waiting, I look around at the quaint local memorabilia. Hats, shirts, shot glasses that all say "I Heart Beaver." Like this:
It's finally my turn to pay and the clerk starts to make small talk with me. There's a bumper sticker with the same beaver loving heart...and I start to think it would be a really funny present for my husband, or one of my rowdy writer friends at the conference. So I grab it and hand it to the cashier and say sheepishly, "Hah...Beaver! It's so funny. I love it."
That's when the girl behind me chimes in, "Not as much as I do."
And yes, with the overt raise and her eyebrow, and the un-subtle ear to ear grin, I realized she was picking up on me. At a gas station in Beaver, Utah.
I smiled graciously as I pointed to my ring finger and excused myself from the city of Beaver. I was very flattered.
How was your weekend?