my boyfriend and me

So one of the perks of being in the medical field is being invited to dinners. Most of the time they are boring. But I go to get a good steak, like at Fleming's and Mahogany's, at restaurants that I won't pay for myself. One of my latest adventures was to a "dinner" with Joe Montana. I don't remember what drug it was about, but I got this great picture. (So much for the signature)

What's nice about going is seeing people I know. Plus, my good friend Rebecca will usually go with me. The golden rule of going to these dinners is never go by yourself--or you'll be stuck talking to a drug rep all night! (Sorry Olivia) The bad part is waiting around for dinner. For those who know me, I eat at 5:00 sometimes 6:00 but after 6:30 I get a little cranky. Sometimes I even have to race the gray-headed folks into Furr's to get the good table. No, no I'm not that bad. . . yet.

Anyway, on this particular evening, Rebecca and I show up on time, at 5:00, and wait around for almost 2 hours. NO FOOD mind you. Finally, a line forms and we get to have our picture taken with Joe. (I've met him so I can call him by his first name) This lady grabs my purse and my water and pushes me, yes pushes, into this room. And there stands Joe. I had this great plan, I was going to introduce myself and ask him if he would mind posing like the Heisman trophy. Well, that didn't happen. I was completely dumb-founded. (He's hot) And I found myself saying, "Hi, I'm Sarah" about 10 times. What an idiot.

Oh well, at least I got a picture with him.

Rebecca and I left after that. If I knew Rebecca wouldn't kill me, I'd scan her picture too--she looks drunk and it's hilarous! But she would kill me, so I won't. I'm laughing now just thinking about that picture.