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Conference, day 1!
Jun. 19th, 2014 12:50 amTuesday, Chairwoman Sparkles was not the calmest she's ever been. Neither was I, what with the one thing and all the others. I asked her: What are the things that absolutely have to happen in order to have the conference? What is the bare minimum? She answered: presentations and food. So we chatted about some of the ways in which both of those were nailed down, and how they could be secured a little extra. Everything else is helpful, but gravy. That settled us both quite a bit.
Today: Woke up before alarm. Dressed. Arrived. Hauled stuff from car with help from Madam Standards and The Norseman.
Logistics ensued and also breakfast. We were on the alert for problems occurring which involved the swag item, a pretty nice portable charger device. The problem that did occur (almost immediately) took everyone off-guard.
Artistic Muscles was pulling his cables out of the package and trying to figure out whether it did iThing, when *PLOP!* -- the sealed plastic packet with his cables escaped the box, escaped his grasp, and plunked itself squarely in his heavily creamed coffee, splattering the table, him, and his hat. He fished the cable out of the coffee and attended to his hat with the hastily-proffered fistfuls of napkins, while the rest of us tried to not giggle too hard. (It did, in fact, do iThing.)
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Today: Woke up before alarm. Dressed. Arrived. Hauled stuff from car with help from Madam Standards and The Norseman.
Logistics ensued and also breakfast. We were on the alert for problems occurring which involved the swag item, a pretty nice portable charger device. The problem that did occur (almost immediately) took everyone off-guard.
Artistic Muscles was pulling his cables out of the package and trying to figure out whether it did iThing, when *PLOP!* -- the sealed plastic packet with his cables escaped the box, escaped his grasp, and plunked itself squarely in his heavily creamed coffee, splattering the table, him, and his hat. He fished the cable out of the coffee and attended to his hat with the hastily-proffered fistfuls of napkins, while the rest of us tried to not giggle too hard. (It did, in fact, do iThing.)
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