The Last Few Hours in My Life - OMFG!!!!!

This activity has crossed over to become the craziest thing I've ever done. Highlights so far:

I left my house to head over to the hotel at 4:30, just as rush hour was beginning. I was jamming in the car to some great music ("Situation" by Yaz, to be specific) when my phone rings. It's my son. Wants to know why the black bag I packed is still on my bed. Oh noooooooo!!!!!! I've gone too far to go back home in rush hour! He agrees to meet me at an exit to deliver the bag. Phew. That cost me about 30 minutes, but I had about that much to spare.

I get to the hotel, check in and arrive in my room. I requested a frig and a microwave for the food I brought with me, but there were no guarantees that they could honor my request. I have a cooler just in case and can eat my food cold or I can use the microwave in a hospitality suite downstairs. I walk in - frig and microwave are here! Yay!

I go downstairs for my tanning appointment and while I'm waiting, I hear two girls talking about their NPC cards which you need to produce at the show registration which is going on down the hall. Oh crap!!!!! I brought a stripped down wallet with only what I really need (license, credit card, etc.) and left the damn card in my regular wallet at home! I call my son again. He finds the card and tells me he'll take a picture of it and send it to me. Ah!! He saves my butt yet again, less than an hour after the first time.

I go in for my tan. 3 naked women are drying. They leave. I'm alone. I strip then get sprayed with a cool mist that has a funky spell but it's not offensive. I can't believe the transformation! I'm dark!! Really, really dark! I knew to bring a little cover up that touches me minimally so that the tan doesn't rub off, even though it's dry. It's quite revealing, though no private parts are visible, but it's at the edge of what can be worn in public. But all I need to do is get back up to my room. However, the whole show registration process is in full swing, as I knew it would be, so I came prepared to take care of everything on my way back. Except that the line is enormous. The last person probably has a 30-45 minute wait. I decide I'll return in an hour. I'm standing in front of the elevator when a guy approaches, someone who's clearly helping out with the process. I ask him about whether a photo of my NPC card will work. He checks me out, becomes very friendly and tells me he'll go find out. He returns and tells me to follow him, he'll get it taken care of. He takes me to the front of the line. I CUT IN FRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE! I FEEL LIKE SOME KIND OF V.I.P. IT'S CRAZY!!! The photo of the card is fine, they check my posing suit (the bottom can't be a thong style), they check my height and they give me my number - 16. And I'm free to go. How nuts is that?

So now I'm in my hotel room using the internet connection that I was told only worked in the lobby.

I will need to wake up super early to arrive at the competition site by 7:30, in time to get a touch-up on the tan (the company moves all its equipment over there from the hotel). As the tan dries, it gets a little streaky and I understand that after sleeping on it, it will smudge a bit, too. I also splashed a few drops of water on myself and that left marks. Yeeesh, this stuff is hard to maintain.

FYI - All the competition photos (every quarter turn in comparison line ups) and the ranking of all competitors will be posted on the website www.musculardevelopment.com probably by Sunday sometime. I'll make note of it here once it's posted.