I just received my tickets for PubCon and the excitement has officially set in. Yes, I had to schedule excitement in my life. I work. What’s it to YOU?! Excuse me. I’ve been a little on edge as of late and my crazy has been leaking out into the public. Do you know how hard it is to hide my level of crazy? I need an award. I’ll settle for a banana, thanks. Anyhow, where was I? OH YES! PubCon!
So I am going to be attending PubCon. It’ll be my first conference attendance since this time last year so I am really excited to get out and hug some of my favorite people. I am even more excited about meeting new people! Ok, that’s a lie. I am awkwardly trembling in fetal position while singing Jesus Loves The Little Children at the very thought of NEW PEOPLE.
Yes. My name Manda Otto and I…. I am socially retarded. Once I’ve arrived at my hotel room, the first thing I do is draw the shades and then I strategically place all my belongings in places where they can easily be doubled as weapons and then I begin to run hot water from every faucet available to me, creating a nice damp, dark cave littered with boobie traps and shoes. If I can somehow manage to actually get out of my cave, I then have to battle with word vomit. You know… that thing most people start doing when they drink to much? Except, I’m totally sober. I swear. I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind, I trip over air, I stutter, I ramble, I go total A.D.D on folks. All sober. I wish I was lying. So YEAH!!! Come say hi to me! “Really lady? After all that? I’d rather go play escort service playing-card bingo.” Oh, that actually sounds like fun! Mind if I join?!
No really. I am really nice and I am house broken. I occasionally even say something funny but don’t laugh. It only encourage more horrible jokes. You’ve been warned. I’ve listed the session I intend to go to in case you want to try to avoid meet up with me and say hello. See you there!