go sing it on the mountain

We're going up to the Blue Mountains for a friend's wedding in September.

The hotel that all the cool kids were going to stay in, and the clever ones have already booked, is now full. For a convention of Christian Ladies, the bloke told me.

I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about this.

I have horrible memories of the college I lived in at University being overtaken one semester break by a convention of quilters. You could tell the boss ones, because they had special detachable lace collars on their sloppy joes.

I will never forget the conference motto, which was "Turn me over! I'm reversible!" It didn't look that way to me, but I was younger and meaner then.