So the librarians' conference is coming up close.
Looking at the program right now, they have a service where members (of which I am one) get to have free professional headshots done. I could use this. Not so much for professional uses as unprofessional ones, namely the edating profile I've been putting off. Picture of me with my hand thoughtfully supporting my chin? C'mere, ladies!
Unfortunately, it's only on the Wednesday morning, which makes it unpossible for me. All the good stuff is over by the time I get there, actually.
I have also have the codes and all that for the hotel. I have yet to check if I have one giant bed, or two twins. I hope it's the former, and that there's "nothing I can do" about changing that, which would eliminate the pressure to bring Mom along.
I know I should bring her along, but idonwanna. I would like some time to myself, frankly (says the guy who lives alone). But ye olde catholicke guilte is always, always there, and this time is no exception. I'm feeling the push already.
Realistically, I know there's little chance of me getting some librarian nookie during my hotel stay, but I don't want to eliminate that possibility right from the get-go, do I?
And yes, I've already thought about that possibility on the Boat. Given how I'm going to be the youngest one there by a long shot, it's also not a realistic possibility. Now, I enjoyed reading Stephen Vizinczey as much as any young man, but there are limits. Senior citizenship being one.
Anyway. Yeah. Pressure's on. Mom hasn't suggested wanting to go, but I can feel it regardless. Such is the power of Catholic guilt, and Dad's eyes burning in the back of my skull.