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It burns

MacZealots posted a podcast-dealy of a bunch of audio interviews they did at Evening at Adler. You should really check it out, as they're interesting, but pretty much ignore mine as wow do I feel like an ass about that one. I was out of it at that point, and while I remembered him grabbing me while I was packing my bag, I couldn't for the life of me remember what he asked or what I answered...

Amusingly enough, if there was someone who was replaceable at Evening at Adler, it was probably me -- which is a consequence of the quality of the people who showed up, and an acknowledgment that I was seriously hazing out at a few points. One of those things were you know you have to get sleep, but you know a big chunk of the next day will be dead time, and it just works out so you're showing up on 30 minutes of sleep over two days, and then you have a Long Island with Brent instead of coffee, and a Goose Island with Paul again instead of coffee, and then we all got together before hand and it was another beer instead of coffee...

I'm actually really proud of the evening, but primarily because of the contributions of everyone else -- outside of my selection process, we got really lucky and I only had one complete space cadet moment (which I'm not editing out, although sorely tempted). I'm writing down post-mortem notes that come to mind while I'm working on the video, and I just can't get over how with a different group of people, and a different set of volunteers (there were weird karma around the volunteers, but I'll note that in my post-mortem for others who might have an interest in trying their hand), this could have gone a completely different direction.

I.E., we realized we had forgotten water, and that the damn machines weren't taking larger bills, so Bob went questing for quarters while I was dealing with other things. It's the kind of thing where you're grabbing paper and duct tape to make signs because people are taking wrong turns, and people laugh that you're doing it -- but they're laughing for the right reasons. I'd actually written up a little thing to say before the talk (which, among other things, went out the window) about how sometimes someone's name is on something, and it's hard to see the shoulders they're standing on, and it's sort of nice that people can spy some of the shoulders this time.

(Note to self: Figure out a way to recognize the volunteers, who stepped up hardcore but who you forgot to ask for a round of applause for)

And yes, as noted by Wrench (who, as I'll again note in the post-mortem, is probably responsible for my not dying of exposure), you did get the feeling Eric was just waiting for someone to give him a reason. And no, while I can't confirm that Gus was seen wandering deserted streets looking for a cab, I can confirm Rosyna wandered for a few hours because GPS confuses him. And yes, as noted by Infinite Loop, Wil does have a rock hard ass...

Anywho, the video is coming, in between my wondering why I want to beat the next person that mentions "tagging" or "Ajax" to me, and as Shipley noted in his interview, who the hell was running around the After-Party plugging people full of Bourbon? That was fucking evil, and its rumored Wil has the photos to prove the stuff I don't quite remember.

Thank god for tongue tacos to soak the stuff up, or there's no way I would have made lunch with Jason, Rosyna, Nicholas and his pal the next day.

For reference, Wrench had like one drink the entire evening, was headed towards his bed at 5-am-ish as I was, has the metabolism of capuchin spun on meth, yet he still overslept and missed lunch. I note this only because it's nice to know I'm better at something thing than him.

 Posted by drunkenbatman
    October 25, 2005, at 05:06 AM