Banquets. Blech.

Banquets are icky.  Not because I don't like going.

I like going.

I just don't like planning.

You see, there's a bunch of junk behind the scenes that you wouldn't even think about.  Like the food.  How it gets there, who pays for it, how much you pay for it, EVERYTHING must be planned.  And planned nearly minute by minute.

Then there's the script.  Whatever someone says at a banquet is usually planned.  Which means someone else probably wrote it for them.  It's really kinda nasty trying to come up with the script, especially when you're giving awards.  You've got to make sure all the names are pronounced correctly by the reader which means phonetically typing them out.  (Which isn't fun when you don't know how to say it yourself.)  Then you also have to make sure all the awards are physically there and that you haven't lost any of them (ahem. learned that one from experience) and that they have all the names spelled correctly on them!  It's just a whole bunch of crazy planning that all leads up to an approximately 2 hour session.

Then, when it's all done, the President (AKA Me in this case), can pass on the torch to the new Prez, clean up the room, go home, and relax, finally, after a long 2 months of planning for 2 hours.

Ahh, my life.

And then get to start all over again with the next one that is taking place 2 weeks after the first one.

Yay.