I went to Women's Conference by myself. I didn't meet anyone there, I wasn't planning on meeting anyone, I just was there. It shocked a lot of people I talked too. Apparently, as grown women we still need to travel in packs, not to the restroom anymore, but to places. It's funny really.
At the Thursday night service activities I sat at a table with a mother and her three grown daughters. They just could not get over that I'd come by myself. I did. It's totally possible to go somewhere on your own.
However, I did run into some people I knew anyway.

This is my friend JoDee Schramm. She was in the Atomic City ward for a while. I felt really bad because she and her family moved away right after I'd had James, and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Last year she was in a very serious car accident and was very badly injured. I was waiting in line to get into the Wilk Ballroom when she spotted me. I was so happy to see her, I even got a little weepy. It was just so good to see her up and around and healthy. So I cut her into the line with me and we sat next to each other during the class.
The Conference staff reminded us in every session that we were not supposed to cut people into the lines, but I figured since I was not leaving any session early, and I actually turned my cell phone off I could cut my friend into the line. We all got in too.
Later on in the day I was winding my way up to the Harmon Conf Ctr, which is way up by the MTC, on the upper, upper part of campus, when I ran into:

That's right people, Deann Jensen from high school. If you remember Deann was voted "Most likely to become a Mary Kay Lady" our senior year. That's because Deann always had 21 lipsticks in her purse, in addition to a package of ramen noodles -- just in case she got hungry. I love Deann though. We were in choir all those years ago at the Toro High School. I actually stopped and talked with her, then had lunch with her. I also ran into her the next day at the Marriott Center, which was where this photo was taken.
I was also blessed to stay with my former MTC mailroom boss Heidi Van Woerkom:

At her TOTALLY CUTE house in Provo:

I stayed in the basement, which was just like Grandma Gold's basement. If you remember Gold Grandchildren how fun Grandma's basement was. I felt at home, I felt comfortable and I love Heidi. Heidi also has a cute doglett named Rosie, who I forgot to take a picture of. Anyway, Rosie was very curious about me. She sniffed me and my stuff and then decided I was ok. Thank you Rosie.
I was also very fortunate to not have to rent a car while in the Lovely Deseret. I just rode the bus all over Provo, just like I did when I was at school. My friend Jen Ed picked me up from the airport, and then took me back on Saturday:

Friday after the conference ended Jen picked me up from Heidi's house and we went back to her house in SLC. There was a slight snag though. The traffic going north on the I-15 was going at less than a snail's pace. We got off in American Fark (you just have to say that with proper Utah County inflection hahah!) to try and eat. Every place we stopped had a line out the door. Ug! What where we to do? Get back on the freeway and try to get back to SLC. Thankfully Jen had eclairs from Kneaders in the back seat. We ate them and survived. I know, I know, it was a harrowing journey. Later that night we sat in her sweetly decked out basement and she caught me up on Glee and Community episodes. I would also like to say here, that I am the only one of her friends that caught a Fresh Prince reference in an episode of Parks & Recreation. I am just that awesome!!
The other thing I noticed was that I brought all of my red clothes. It was not on purpous, it just ended up that way. It was cold, apparently all of my warm clothes for cold weather are red.
Saturday we went to an exhibit at the SLC Library on Ann Frank. It was good but sad -- the Holocaust always makes me sad. However, I met a nice Croatian lady in the Library cafe. I needed a snack, and she had homemade spanikopita, which we also have in Bulgaria, it's just called spinaki. It was so GOOD! I cannot even say how good it was. Holy cow, I want to marry that spanikopita it was so good.
Jen put me on the plane and I came home. The flight home was very rough, and needless to say I was griping a barf bag as if my life depended on it, because it kind of did. I'm sorry if I scared any of my fellow passengers. I just do not do air sick very well. I just don't.
So, even though I went by my self to this conference, I was not alone, and it was great that way!