Someone get the hook
I don’t know what it is about me and my unfortunate tendency to wind up at ungodly long, marathon government meetings.
Last month, I sat through a Metro meeting that lasted for six hours. SIX. Pizza breaks (for elected officials only) were involved.
Last night, I filled in covering a land use hearing on the county’s proposed biomass project. It started at 6 p.m. I ran out the door (barely containing my screams) at about 9:15 p.m., as our deadline is 9:45 p.m.
One source said I just missed the fist fights that broke out.
I tuned into CVTV. They took a break and started again at 10 p.m. I’ll admit, I gave up at this point and went home.
But I have it on good authority that the hearing finally concluded at 10 minutes to 11; clocking in at nearly 5 hours of talk about just what solid waste is or isn’t (in my mood today, I’ll give you one guess what I think is solid waste).
Here’s the story.
Stephanie Rice, who has a life and therefore got out of covering the hearing, has made up for it, though. She made me delicious pumpkin bars and got me a gift card to Starbucks.
All is forgiven; at least until I have a sugar crash.