March 26, 2006

One Woman's Trash Is Another Woman's Treasure

I was at my state conference this weekend and the woman who is the national president of our organization was there. We have a big national convention every July in DC where 10,000 women show up and we do our thing. It’s very cool. I went once to represent my chapter when I was chapter president.

So our Big Cheese is giving us her speech at our meeting and she says we all take special memories away from visiting in Washington at the big meeting and going to our building and our library and the ceremony and all the comes with it. She read snippets of messages that she has received from various members saying things like, “My best memory of our July meeting was going to the archives… they were magnificent!” or “I loved our opening ceremonies with the Marine Corps band and the enormous flag unfurling from the ceiling…”

And I leaned over to my travel partner (I have a woman with whom I’ve traveled for over 6 years… we room together at everything) and whispered, “I think what I remember most about that July meeting was watching the prostitutes from our window…”

At which point my travel partner turned around with a scowl, put a finger to her mouth and said, “Shush!” and then she grinned and whispered back, “Those aren’t the memories she needs to hear about from us…”

But it was true! My friend and I were in DC, and we were staying at this truly beautiful hotel in the heart of the city, on the 4th floor. One night after conference, my friend looked out the window and said, “Bou! Come here!”

I looked down and there were… prostitutes!!! I’d never seen one turn a trick before! Holy crap. So we turned off the light in our room so they couldn’t see us, and we sat there and watched the world’s oldest profession ply their trade. Well, OK, not the act, but they were being picked up by Johns! They were wheeling and dealing! It was FASCINATING!

Skanky. Skanky women. Blech. They were icky. But it was a train wreck we could not quit watching.

And that was my most memorable moment of our July convention in DC. I’m choosing not to share that with the Head Honchos. They wouldn’t be too impressed.

Posted by Boudicca at March 26, 2006 09:24 PM | TrackBack

your post once again inspiring me...

-first prostitutes Minneapolis MN when I was 15, first transvestite siting as was amazing. I watched the hookers on Hennepin Ave all night....

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at March 27, 2006 12:20 AM

You have to take your entertainment where you find it, IMO. :)

Posted by: Richmond at March 27, 2006 05:55 AM

actually it is the worlds second oldest profession. Men begging for it is the first and inspired the women to sell it

Posted by: GUYK at March 27, 2006 09:33 AM

Dying, I'm laughing so hard that I am dying.

Posted by: oddybobo at March 27, 2006 10:18 AM

My first "sighting" was in Manhattan at age 12-- these gals were just like the ones on tv! Sadly, the neighborhood I now live in has a steady flow of them-- I actually know several by name (yes, my grandparents are spinning in their eternal rest).

Posted by: Wahwer at March 28, 2006 04:13 PM

Well done! |

Posted by: Raymond at May 3, 2006 10:28 AM