I just returned from the 2004 Society for Neuroscience meeting, and I am happy to bring you…

Strangest moments at Neurosciences ’04, Part I

I actually arrived for Neurosciences early this year, to attend a satellite conference for evolutionary neuroscience. I checked into the hotel on Wednesday night and Leanne joined me on Friday night so that she could start the Neurosciences meeting on Saturday.

So Leanne gets in Friday and I meet her and Russ and Fay out for drinks. We get back into the room after midnight, to find this message in a woman’s voice on the hotel voice mail, left at 9:30 pm:

Hi, this message is for Leanne and Josh, um, if this is your guyses room… Josh, are you a little dick suckin’ homo or what? Why are you leavin’ my man, um, your guyses number, your hotel number? Um, really cool of you… if you guys are pretty fucking gross. And, uh, if I ever see you, I will beat you like a bitch. Okay? And your woman probably has nasty piss flaps. Okay? Bye.

Let me cut you off before you even ask: no, I have no idea. None. I thought it was a joke at first, but after many repeated listenings, I’m finally convinced that it wasn’t. What I know is that this woman knew both my name and Leanne’s, but clearly doesn’t actually know us at all. No idea where she got this information. And I probably never will. For the record, someone had to explain to me what "piss flaps" are. Gross.