|WHY DID NO ONE SHOW UP TO MY PANEL?!?!|
It was all glorious! From the disorganized registration desk, to the cross-legged academics eating crappy sandwiches during the "lunch provided," to the late, late nights drinking copious amounts of beer, tequila, and vodka with friends whom I had just met and may never meet again. They were all beautiful people, and I love them all. I just wish I could remember most of their names.
Sure, I've been to plenty of professional conferences during the past six years, talking about "assessment" and "accountability" and all the rest of the dark side of the Force, but it is not exactly the same. Its a different vibe with those groups. Much like space, they are cold and professional. Certainly not the types to be doing tequila slammers while debating the historical impact of the South-Italian rebellion on the production hamster-fur based goods in the 19th century! So it was nice to take off the armor and masquerade as one of the Rebels, if only for an all to short weekend! Alas, it is back to work this week. The Empire needs me...