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There’s a Lion in Our Camp!

It’s Friday and I have today and tomorrow left at #RT18. I’m not going to lie, I’m exhausted from all the interactions. This introvert hid most of the day yesterday to recover. I’m going to be honest with you. At some point, I was in my room writing, watching Say Yes To the Dress and getting all teary-eyed. I’m only mildly ashamed about that.

Since Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are getting married at an ungodly hour tomorrow, I thought it was a good time to revisit the craptastic Lifetime Original Movie, Harry & Meghan: A Royal Wedding.

I’m not joking, it was amazingly craptastic in both good ways (like when they suggested the Late Princess Diana was secretly watching over Harry in the guise of a male lion in Botswana. That’s right! You read that right.) and horrible, uncomfortable ways (like when they made Kate Middleton mildly racist and kinda bitchy).

Everyone, post airing, was saying that the casting was amazing and that they couldn’t believe how much this woman looked like Meghan Markle. All I can ask is, have these people ever actually seen MM? That’s what I’m calling her now for efficiency’s sake. It took me most of the movie to figure out what bothered me about her and it finally struck me. It was like someone put another face over Eva Longoria and let her walk around.

You’re welcome! Unsee that one. It wasn’t only that she looked more like Eva Longoria than MM but her mannerisms and the way she spoke just ticked at the back of my head and that’s what really pushed it over the edge for me.

Then there was the way they portrayed Kate Middleton. Not only did they hint of racism but that she was some kind of ogre in their marriage and had William cowering in the corner. Seriously? I have to believe that Prince William has more backbone than what they gave him.

Okay, let’s get to the elephant. ahem, I mean lion in the room. I get that this is a lifetime movie, I really do, however – do you really expect me to believe that Diana is using a lion to direct her son’s life? Really? No, seriously, is this a trope you actually want me to buy into? Cause . . . no. That’s just stupid.

I thought maybe I would watch it again to get a better understanding before writing this blog but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. It was too much stupid to sit through a two and a half hour movie again.

In case you’re wondering, I won’t be watching the wedding. I’ll catch the highlights. That thing is on at 4am EST and I’m currently in Mountain time. Hells no! Although, I was up until after midnight last night, at that point, it’s just staying up instead of getting up so who knows.

RT Begins


And so it begins…

I actually made it to Reno and let me tell you, that was a real question last night. My flight from Columbus was late leaving the terminal because of some stupid lightning. Whatever. This, in turn, lead to a mad dash across an entire airport to get from gate 32 to gate 4 in Oakland. It was a 30 minute flight. Now that I know that, I’m less stressed. I mean, I’m here so I’m way less stressed. But I could have driven it if it came to that.

Here are some pics from the plane for no other reason than I thought they were pretty.

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I waited 30 minutes for the hotel shuttle which never came and I ended up taking a cab. I was fucking tired. I’d been up since 6am Ohio time and by that time it 930pm Mountain time. I wasn’t in the mood for lollygagging.

I waited in line to check in at the hotel. Why? what the fuck are all these people doing checking it at 10pm. I realize that I was checking in at the same time but that is irrelevant.

It’s a nice place. Take a peek at my room.

I didn’t realize there was an entire wall of mirrors until this morning. Scared the hell out of me. Actually, there are alot of mirrors in my room. The mountains are really pretty though, so I’ll focus on that and not the rooftops directly out my window.

I got up to my room, ordered some room service and unpacked. By the time 11:30 rolled around, I was too exhausted to sleep but I turned the lights out and gave it a go.

At 3am, my body was like, “hey, it’s 6am your time. Time to get up.” I’d been asleep for about 3 hours. I rolled back over and went back to sleep, absolutely refusing to be awake at 3 AM. #NOPE

At 6am, I gave up and got out of bed. Here’s the thing. Registration doesn’t open until 10am. 10AM! Don’t these people know I get up at the butt-ass-crack-of-dawn? So, instead of getting my shit in order for the conference, I’m sitting in a restaurant that, I’m not going to lie to you – was pretty hard to find, writing this blog because what the hell else am I going to do for the next 3 hours!

Also, we’re just not going to tell Weight Watchers what I’m eating this week. I’m going to keep that between me and Reno. We’ll see what the scale says on Monday morning. I’ve already made horrible choices this morning. #sigh #wwwoes