Vacation

This is my week of vacation! I don't really have so much planned, but the main focus of the time off was the actual time off. I haven't decided if this will translate into more blog time or less, so we'll just have to see. This weekend was a pizza competition in Greenbelt, Maryland and some lounging by the pool in DC. I can't believe it's the middle of August and this is the first time I've gone swimming all summer. That's a sad sad fact. But the winner of the pizza competition, Pat Bertoletti, ate 19 slices in 10 minutes and that's a happy fact. He won a giant check and we got to walk around with him for a while while he toted that and a giant trophy. If you ever need a really fun prop to walk around with, y'know, in general, a giant check should do the trick.

We stayed at a Hilton, which was pretty cheap because it was in Greenbelt, Maryland and because we were splitting the bill four ways. In the nightstand drawer, next to the bible, was this little treasure:

This is hands down the most poorly written "celebrity" book I've ever had the pleasure of glancing briefly at (and I'm including Confessions of an Heiress in there; I guess finding good ghost writers isn't in the family genes). The book was originally published in 1957, so there may not have been a ghost writer here, which means that I should give Conrad Hilton some credit for at least really writing this. I wish now I'd taken the title's suggestion and just taken the book with me, because then I could more accurately give you details from the inside, but basically it goes something like: "And then the investor said, 'Well I don't know.' And boy did that scare me. This was a big investor. He had lots of investments! I knew then I had to do some hard work." You'd think the editor could at least have suggested some compound sentences or something.