San Macros Experiment

One thing I didn't do last night was sleep well. I have truly become accustom to sleeping in my bed next to my gf who i can hug, fondle, pinch, and sexually harrass through the duration of the night.

I finished my book before I went to bed and thought it was going to last me the night but alas I woke at 4 but refused to actually get up so I tossed and turned.

While tossing and turning, I intellectually stumbled upon the idea of the CJ conference in San Macros. Thinking about the drunkeness and sexual debachuary that ran rampant like a wild fire across the plains of Texas. I wasn't part of this CSI orgy fest but of course I did get my information from a wanton source. Every sticky and steamy detail. I am a great fan of those minute details.

So I started to think about this conference in the same context. I only have one days worth of workshops to judge by but here are some observations so far that promise to prevent a wild tango of oiled bodies in my hotel room despite the fact I have a plush king sized bed.

• I have only seen four women so far in the workshops.
• I have had the longest hair so far
• I haven't seen a woman under forty five (Old Japanese lady, Old Mexican Lady, Old Black Lady, and a Middle aged Korean Lady)
• The lounge last night was old men
• This is the off season for tourism
• The only other group here is Race Investigators and I didnt' see any women standing around that conference.

We will have to see but I think this is a dry hole.

(Experiment abandonned after researchers deemed the sample size too small. The coordinator was the only one remotely do-able and that was only because she was sexy in a mousy, too tight pants, and I can see your bra through your button up shirt, kind of way.)