Don't you know me Kansas City? I'm the new Berlin Wall.

I fly off to Kansas City on the 31st for an event filled with nuns. Last year at this same event I was approached at least twice to join the postulancy. I don't really want to be a bride of Christ though. I barely even know the guy. I just found the following conversation that I had last year:

Me: Would you like to try a free Equal Exchange chocolate?
Nun: Oh my yes! Get thee behind me, Satan!
Me: Well thanks, and stop by our booth later for some coffee.
Nun: Oh you are so sweet... you're a perfect candidate!
Me: For what?
Nun: Joining the Holy Order, of course! Here's my card. Our convent is lovely!
Me: I'll umm... I'll think about it.
Nun: You know, we all had lives before entering God's service. But you seem so sweet!
Me: Sister, what you don't know about me would probably fill a very long and sinful book.

Zing.

Oh hai.

I'm still here, if not a little worse for the wear. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was the fact that Mike wasn't posting at ALL that made me stop posting. It was supposed to be our project. I guess you can lead a vampire to an unsuspecting victim but you can't make him bite.

In any case, I'm back. So until I think of something good to say, feel free to read the rest of this crap.

Adelante.