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Swept by a wave of relief...
Nov. 7th, 2003 06:50 pmAfter a no-show and a fairly interesting presentation this morning, it was my turn in the hot seat at 1:45 pm in the "Navajo" room at the Pointe South Mountain Resort. It was tough to gauge the mood of the audience, and it was tough for me to gauge the size of the audience (though I suppose if I had taken the trouble to count, it wouldn't have been so tough). A couple of people got up to leave in the course of the presentation, which is about normal for any presentation.
By the time the presentation came to a close, my throat wanted to beat the rest of me up. I went with Radek P. to find a place to have a drink, as he wanted to discuss something with me, but we were joined by a third party, which shifted the conversation overall. Radek has invited me to stay at his place, which is not far off the path toward home, and I am inclined to take him up on the offer. It would break up an otherwise pretty boring 8-hour drive, and Radek's an interesting guy to talk to.
The bus leaves for the SLD dinner in just about an hour. As there are apparently no Russian restaurants in town, the division has taken up a local Slavic cultural community offer to put together some kind of get-together, complete with vodka and champagne, but I sense a certain feeling of unease among some of the members I've spoken with. The common question on every such person's mind is: Will this be as bad as Colorado Springs?
The ATA Conference was held in Colorado Springs in 1996, if memory serves, and the SLD had its dinner in a sort of blue-collar greasy spoon that claimed to serve Polish food.
All I can say to that is: Yeah. Right.
Almost uniformly, participants in that lard-fest left the premises glad to be alive and swearing never to eat some of the things that were served again.
In any event, it's too late to grouse now. Plans have been laid and are in motion. Time to go get dressed and get to the resort.
Cheers...
By the time the presentation came to a close, my throat wanted to beat the rest of me up. I went with Radek P. to find a place to have a drink, as he wanted to discuss something with me, but we were joined by a third party, which shifted the conversation overall. Radek has invited me to stay at his place, which is not far off the path toward home, and I am inclined to take him up on the offer. It would break up an otherwise pretty boring 8-hour drive, and Radek's an interesting guy to talk to.
The bus leaves for the SLD dinner in just about an hour. As there are apparently no Russian restaurants in town, the division has taken up a local Slavic cultural community offer to put together some kind of get-together, complete with vodka and champagne, but I sense a certain feeling of unease among some of the members I've spoken with. The common question on every such person's mind is: Will this be as bad as Colorado Springs?
The ATA Conference was held in Colorado Springs in 1996, if memory serves, and the SLD had its dinner in a sort of blue-collar greasy spoon that claimed to serve Polish food.
All I can say to that is: Yeah. Right.
Almost uniformly, participants in that lard-fest left the premises glad to be alive and swearing never to eat some of the things that were served again.
In any event, it's too late to grouse now. Plans have been laid and are in motion. Time to go get dressed and get to the resort.
Cheers...
