Escape "artist"

Inconspicuous will never be my middle name.

Tonight Vixen and I wanted to find a way to leave our MIT class early. The class met for an hour and a half, and then we left as a class to attend the opening night of a weekend-long conference at MIT for Women's Studies.

Before it started everyone was milling around outside the auditorium. It would have been very simple for us to move towards the bathroom and then move out the doors. But did we? Of course not. There weren't too many people there, and we were worried that our absence would be noted. So we sat there and plotted our escape.

We thought it might be best to go into the auditorium and sit in the back. It seemed like it should be easy enough to slip out once it started. Once again, we missed a few opportunities to leave before things got started.

Once the speakers began, we realized that one of the program directors was leaning against the wall right behind us. Crud. She finally left, and I nudged Vixen to head out. I was going to follow her out after a few minutes.

On her way out, Vixen crossed paths with a girl from our class who also happens to be on the conference's organizing committee. Said girl then took a picture of the auditorium and moved to my side of the room. She stood in the row right in front of me to take another picture. Afraid that she might then sit down next to me, I leaned forward to ask her where the bathroom was.

(Mind you I left for the bathroom with my coat on and my bag in my hand, but it seemed like a good enough cover.)

Once Vixen and I met up with each other in the hallway, I told her about my "brilliant" bathroom question. Horror stricken, Vixen said that she had asked the same question on her way out.

This is one time where the fact that Vixen and I share the same brain isn't so cute.

Geez. Why did we think that the bathroom cover was such a great idea? It never works in the movies, and apparently it's not so great in real life either. :-P

I couldn't be more conspicuous if I had a siren on my head.