Girls Gone Recruiting

(Written Saturday, posted Sunday)
I am not an extrovert. I can act like one for a while, but in the end it catches up to me. After all the driving I did yesterday and the incident with getting to the hotel yesterday, I'm already emotionally tired. We did get done with dinner and back to the hotel in time to watch Numbers last night (gotta love that show: geeks + cops--what more could you ask for?). The girls decided that we needed to do our nails last night. Well, I did repaint my toenails, but I did not participate in the 12-step Mary Kay pedicure. I do not wear makeup. I wash my face in the shower. I brush my teeth twice a day and my hair once a day. That is the sum total of my interaction with the cosmetics industry. So needless to say, I have no need for the 6-compartment super size travel case to hold my makeup, skincare, nailcare products and accessories. Both of the girls I'm with do. And JC is really good about making me feel like a fat dirty slob because I don't have a 5-step facewashing process and I don't want to go work out this morning. Ugh. I went, because I am apparently a sucker for peer pressure. But I only walked on that silly treadmill for about 10 minutes before I came back to the room (alone!) and took a bath with my laptop playing music I like.
This afternoon, we're going to a residency fair: a bunch of residency programs with tables set up to catch the interest and attention of passing medical students to encourage them to come work with us after they graduate from medical school. I like to do this. Really. But I can only do it for 3 or 4 hours at the time. Then I need to be alone (or at least quiet) someplace where I don't have to smile all the time.
After that's done, the girls want to drive home. I'm all for leaving Memphis, but I'm not sure about being in the car another 8+ hours today. I'm already tired. I don't think I want to be up until 2:30 am. Oh, well. If we drive all the way home today I won't have to interact with them at all tomorrow. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I do not plan to drive one little bit all the way home. I'm going to crawl in the back seat and watch movies. With headphones. So I don't have to acknowledge anything else that's happening in the car.
By the way, we rode the trolley from the hotel to Beale street. That was pretty fun. Food was not real great, but the Oatmeal Stout I drank was pretty good. And just being across the street from BB King's club was pretty cool.