People often ask me, "Ryan, what's the best part of attending tech conventions." Actually, people never ask me that, but if they did, I'd tell them "The free food and beer."
Oh, and sitting out at the swimming pool during the break watching scantily clad women. That's nice, too.
Since my flight left Rochester at 5:25 a.m. Saturday morning, which, technically speaking, is well before the ass crack of dawn, it's understandable that I slept the entire way to Orlando. And I mean, I slept. HARD. Worst moment of the flight? I was soundly sleeping, entered REM mode, and had a dream that the plane I was on was about to crash. And I mean this was a VIVID dream. We were just about to crash land, with all the passengers crying and praying when, at the moment of impact and mayhem, the pilot of the plane in the real world, not my dream world, came over the loud speaker to announce our final descent into Orlando. I almost woke up screaming my ass off. Terrifying.
But, we landed with no problem.
Beer's empty. Must return to convention.
Posted by Ryan at September 7, 2003 07:09 PM
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