this morning #774.

this morning, after being reminded once again that i was by far the tallest woman in the room, i was trying to shrink down into the couch, trying to be as small as possible while the rest of the conference attendees buzzed around me. there were still two more days of this shit ahead of me. i knew how these events went. on the first day, i’d have to answer a cavalcade of queries from strangers about my basketball prowess. we’d be past the obvious questions by breakfast on the second day, once i’d exhausted my exhausting self-effacing jokes. “i can’t even dunk a donut.” “the only time i dribble is when i visit the dentist.” we’d all have a few good laughs at my expense.