itching, leaking and streaking

We're in Gatlinburg, Tennessee attending the Timothy Barnabas retreat with Pastor Johnny Hunt from First Baptist Woodstock. We had a great drive down and thankfully that was uneventful.

Last night, we checked in at the conference and they had hors'deurves set up on a long table. It was almost time for dinner, so we only sampled a few. Turns out that one of the small quiche things that I chose had seafood in it. I don't like seafood, but not wanting to have bad manners, I chewed it a few times and swallowed it, followed by something that tasted a whole lot better. The only problem was, as it turns out, I have a slight allergy to shellfish (in this case it was shrimp). Since I don't like seafood, I hardly ever eat it, and had never had a reaction before. Thankfully, the kitchen staff had benedryl that they gave to me and the itching and red spots began to be less noticable throughout the course of the evening.

After the conference, we went back to our room and being somewhat doped up from the benedryl, I was tired and headed to bed pretty quickly. Laurel was watching something on TV and I was drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly, the air conditioner kicked off and we both heard something that sounded like water running out on the floor of our room. The culprit? Water running out on the floor of our room. Long story short...the AC had issues and wasn't draining outside as it should. It was draining on the floor of our room. The solution? They moved us next door to the suite, which has a king bed, jacuzzi tub, and fireplace.

Overall, it wasn't quite so bad I guess. Especially compared to the guy we sat with at dinner last night. He got to the conference and realized that he had forgotten all of his clothes at home. Since streaking would obviously be frowned on a pastor's conference, they ran to Wal-mart and bought a new shirt and pair of jeans for him. After checking out, he went into the restroom to remove the tags and put the clothes on. The only problem was, that as he was changing, he heard what sounded like a couple of youngs boys talking in the bathroom stalls next to him. Then the reality hit home. Four stalls is a lot of stalls in a men's bathroom. Turns out, he was changing clothes in the woman's bathroom!