Today was a quiet day before the mayhem begins. …which basically will now translate into a blog post about food. Catholic celebrities will come in time. Today you get pictures of food.
I hung around the house in the morning while Megan was at school, catching up on some work, watching Food Network, and having fun creating lunch with leftovers and staples in Megan’s fridge. Once Megan got home and ate the pasta salad I created, we headed for the convention center downtown so I could pick up my registration.
While we were down there, it finally really sank in what exactly was happening. We wandered into one of the exhibit halls, and although everyone was still setting up, there were booths as far as the eye could see of Catholic vendors. EWTN had a huge booth with a sign hanging down from the ceiling. Every Catholic publishing house you could think of was there. And this was only one hall.
We started running into people from all over the world.
Name that flag!
This isn’t just some conference, Joannie. This is going to be huge.
Registration went so smoothly – which was rather shocking after some of the snafus I have heard about in the last few weeks. I picked up my name tag and all my loot and my train pass and I was good to go in less than ten minutes.
I have to unpack all my loot so my bag is empty and ready to fill with all the chatchka the vendors will be handing out! In addition to our t-shirt, our backpack had a water bottle, a nice hat, the Gospel of St. Luke, a rain poncho, two pens, a pin, tons of free literature from sponsors, and even a Pope Francis fan.
The exhibitor program alone exhausted me. Not to mention the program for the whole event. It weighs five pounds.
objects are thicker than they appear
On our way back to the train, we stopped into the Reading Terminal for a snack. I had only seen the Terminal during a flash mob on YouTube, so the foodie side of me was anxious to experience it. I think I’ll eat lunch there every day this week.
Megan got coffee, while I opted for Irish Coffee ice cream.
It tasted just like Irish Coffee. Deelish.
Then it was time to head back out of the city, where we picked up our friend Father Kevin at his parents’ house so we could go get cheesesteaks. His dad and brother recommended Chubby’s, and even though the girl in me didn’t necessarily want to eat at a place called Chubby’s, I decided to put the “you are what you eat” idea out of my head and just embrace it.
I’m pretty sure I’ll eat a cheesesteak for dinner every night this week.
After we hung out with Father’s family for awhile, it was time to head back home so Megan could get some work done. But we had one last stop before we were finished for the night…
They deliver. Seriously? You can tell we’re near a college campus.