Tomorrow night I finally get home. Here’s a brief synopsis, since I promised I would blog about being here and to be honest, I just want to go home.
Here’s my room. Where I’ve basically been sequestered for a week.
Josh’s wife and little girl are sick (or were over the weekend) so I couldn’t visit. Too bad.
I painted for the first time in a couple of years. Much to Libs’ chagrin, it wasn’t for her.
My palms get sweaty typing on my laptop because the metal is slippy and hot.
Times Square is so lame even someone like me, visiting the city, hates it.
Fontana’s is a cool bar in the middle of Chinatown.
Connelly’s and The Perfect Pint are two bars located next to each other, are owned by the same people, so are not particularly competing. It’s like a huge lie. I feel cheated. However, the bartender DID give me a free scotch.
I gave myself a heel blister by walking approximately 50 blocks round trip. Ghey. So now I basically limp around like a goof.
I’m a confirmed speaker at FiTC TO. My presentation is called “OOP for the OOPless”. I’m very very excited. I haven’t spoken since, ah heck, DesignFest a few years ago. Mostly I’ve been hanging out at events, looking like a tremendous hanger on.
It’s hard to work on a laptop in a hotel room.
My new favourite quote. “I’m gonna punch that Bleeker kid in the weiner next time I see him” – Mac, Juno’s father. Juno, released 2007.