I spent an evening with teachers tonight at the Connecticut Association of Schools annual Elementary School Program Recognition Dinner. They've got to shorten that name. This was my fifteenth year.
When I started my daughter was in elementary school. Now she's a college grad ready to set out on her own.
Along with my emceeing I also do a full evening's worth of weathercasts. That's the nerve wracking part, because they are happening simultaneously. The people in Southington seems forgiving. I hope what came through on-the-air didn't need to be forgiven.
I do a lot of schmoozing at events like this. Tonight I went to every table and said hello. It's what I do. It's what I think I should do.
I hugged and squeezed a lot of women while we took photos. Few people get the chance to be a little flirtatious for a living! A few women told me their husbands think they have a thing for me. Flattering... and innocent.
The Aqua-Turf in Southington is an interesting venue. It's family owned, but decidedly not mom-and-pop. The place is beautifully functional and hasn't aged or tarnished during my time in Connecticut.
The A-T also serves the world's largest prime rib. Now, with a reasonably good camera in my pocket with the iPhone, I've got a chance to share a photo on a typical serving. Crazy.
That would feed a small army, Geoff...I hope there was a doggy bag involved...LOL