Back up, pervs

I think I need to clarify what I did last weekend, for many of you appeared confused.

Or just way too excited.

I am in a grad program to become a marriage and family therapist.  North Carolina had their state-wide conference and the subject matter just happened to be sex therapy.

This means sexual health, people.

Now, take a minute to grieve your loss of what you thought I was doing.

Go ahead.  I'll grab a Pop-Tart.









We cool?

Swell.

Anyway, the conference was absolutely brilliant.  I got to wear heals and scarves (which equals wicked hot, by the way), I had unlimited coffee at my disposal and I was served cake.  Twice.

I got to visit the local SuperTarget and pay my respects. 

Unfortunately, at that point I was so unbelievably uncomfortable due to the sheer quantity of food I had consumed that I could only wander the aisles in wonder for about 20 minutes before I needed to curl up in the fetal position next to a toilet and do yoga breathing.

It was most excellent.

On another note, I will be leaving for Hong Kong in approximately 32 hours.

I'll have a couple of scheduled posts, but I won't be back to play with you all for well over a week.

Don't judge me.

So, you may find yourself thinking, "Damn it, Sara!  Where are you?"

Allow me to refer you to some gorgeous pictures I located using the world wide interweb:

 

  

  

That, my friends, is one of my great weaknesss.

Food on a stick.

I'll be double-fisting octopus balls as I peruse the streets of Kowloon with Sonya.

You heard me.