Now, I’m not a gossip or anything but we just had too much fun at the CANference to not report on the behind the scenes activity that many of you may not have noticed in your coop-induced ecstasy.
For starters, who saw Skip jump me and then Nora in rapid succession after Kim Tippens’ talk, right there on the floor of the auditorium? My guess is that we were doing such good work as Lisa Rohleder’s body doubles, he got very confused. Either that or he took my “well, who doesn’t have the hots for Skip?” question a little bit too seriously. Either way, the public display of, er, affection went a long way towards loosening everyone up even more than the audible gasp-inspiring announcement of the mulitstakeholder cooperative. We got loose, people. What I want to know is how many other women Skip tackled. Show of hands please!
While you were all in your Saturday afternoon break-out session, SnL and I went home to nap and get ready glittery for the evening festivites. I prepared my body double outfit, we borrowed Ilse’s car, and we hit the Doug Fir with bells on.
And then, Skip and Lisa opened the karaoke party with a striptease act, oh my god. If you missed it (Whitsitt and Rob, you know who you are), here’s your chance to catch up. (And thanks to Justine for getting so many of the CANraoke videos)
The wig ended up making the rounds – another show of hands if you had the wig on at any point in the evening, please!
Most people sang! Most people danced! People I didn’t expect to sing sang (Andy Wegman). People I didn’t expect to dance danced (Lisa Rohleder, but sadly, no footage). People lost their karaoke virginity (Whitsitt Goodson) — not that you would believe it for a second, White Horse was so good. (Lisa told me that she woke up the next day with that song in her head). And who woulda thunk that Keith would be the first one to totally pack the dance floor. Even Axl Rose couldn’t resist the steamy lure of the Dreambox. There was one person who didn’t sing and is in serious trouble for it (Seps, you know who you are). He does, I just found out, indulge in jello-pit wrestling though. Next year?? Who else is in the jello-pit?
And did anyone notice that decorative phallus mushroom on the first floor reception area food and beverage table? Can someone (Julia Carpenter, perhaps, who was caught on film in an embrace with the mushroom) please explain that? Really, we should have put a bird on it.
My turn is over. I didn’t catch all of the behind-the-scenes action, I know that. Who’s got some more goods? Comment please.
Wait, one more thing: whoever wrote on the dry-erase board with a sharpie by accident, Sheila’s out to get you.