Back from the pron show.
Though the experience was largely indescribable I will try to put it into words for the purpose of interweb immortalization.
I'll begin by giving you a play-by-play...
We left Grand Rapids on Thursday at 5pm. We reached the border an immediately began our hour and a half journey through the weird, dirty vortex called customs. After having our fill of mullets, blank stares and leg rashes we piled back in the Fj and headed for Toronto. We made it to the hotel at about 1am and promptly feel asleep in our new home, room 252.
Friday morning we woke up early to get to Exhibition Place to set up our booth. The building the show was in was huge and at the entrance to the complex was some giant Arc-De-Triumph type thing. Though the building was largely devoid of people at this point, most of the other booths were set up and it looked something like a large, empty Spencer's. After setting up we ventured downtown for a little H&M action.
We returned to the show for it's opening at 3pm and spent the rest of the night talking to people, handing out bibles and drinking copious amounts of coffee. I got to tell a lot of people about the Esther Fund, which was awesome. If we hadn't slowed down and started handing out cards all 2300 bibles would easily have been gone Friday night. We left the show at midnite and collapsed into bed.
Saturday we slept in a little and then headed to the show for a 13 hour day. As the only girl in our group I decided to go around and meet some of the other female exhibitors at the show. I just went up, introduced myself and invited them to come hang out at our booth. It was awesome to see how many of them actually did drop by to say hello and check out X3. We got to do a lot of radio and TV interviews that day and even off-roaded with the porn cruiser for a little photo shoot.
By Sunday we were out of Bibles and straight up exhausted. We hung around that day , chatting it up and passing out cards. We left that evening and went to a church about 30 minutes away where Brandon did a porn and parents seminar. During this seminar Brandon not only used the word climax twice but he also busted out the phrase "high tech star trek" for which he will never hear the end of it. We then dined and headed back to the States.
We had a ton of fun this weekend, and I don't think it was properly conveyed in my recap, so here are a couple of random "snap shots"...
*We all have new nicknames now
Clint= Terrel
Brandon= B-don, Beej, BJ
Krissee= Sistah Mama
*On Saturday Cllint and I decided to see how long we could go without talking to Brandon until he noticed. It was pretty hilarious and we could have gotten away with it longer but Clint cracked under pressure and gave us away.
*On the way home Brandon was just laying down in the back to go to sleep and Clint and I decided that we would gradually turn up the music over a period of time until it was deafening. I think maybe you would have had to have been there, but I laughed so hard I almost chundered.
*Speaking of chunder, we got some great new phrases...
-jackasss of all trades
-chunder
-chunder and lightening
-chunder thunder
-chunder down under
- fade like bleach
*Clint and Brandon loved to say such things as "Krissee stop being a bitch" or "Danger you are being bitch squad right now!" Even though I wasn't! Oh the joys of being the only lady.
*Screaming out the window "CREEEEEEEEEPS!!! CREEEEEEPSTERS! HUSSY!!!"
*At night Brandon and Clint had lots of work to do and I didn't so I made ransom notes out of pamphlets and toothpaste... some of my best works included "Pron Stras Roolz" and "Terrel Pwns Nubs."
*Clint's commentary on Dog the Bounty Hunter is unequaled. Including such comments as "I am a butt chest. I can sit upside down and store objects and small humans."
*Finally, the top 5 asked questions...
-What the hell is this?
-Are you just sexually free Christians?
-Are there nuns doing it on your site?
-Why shouldn't I look at porn?
-Jesus loves porn? [To which we quickly reply "STARS. Jesus loves porn
STARS."]

This weekend changed me. It is one thing to know with your head that you are doing exactly what you are called to do, but it is another thing to feel it with your heart. Unfortunately, tasting a little bit of what it feels like to do what I feel called to makes it exponentially harder to go back to school. Drudgery.