Thursday, November 02, 2006

My Baby's Got a Secret

Proof that my husband leads a charmed life:

He was speaking this morning at some risk managment assocation gathering. The crowd was exactly as dynamic as you'd expect. As he was setting up, there were catcalls and laughter from the next room. He powered through.

Next speaker, some stunningly boring lawyer, was prattling on when they heard loud dance music emanating from the room next door (it was like 10 am at this point). Someone was dispatched to the next room to ask them to keep it down and returned laughing. Know what was going on next door?

A Victoria's Secret convention of some sort. It amazes me no end that the risk management room didn't empty faster than Paris Hilton's brain.

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