Chili and Diet Dr Pepper |
Other lines featured hand-carved roast beast (for those who eschew Skyline), fruit-kebobs (strawberry, honeydew, canteloupe, honeydew, pineapple), and brie with apricot marmalade. Uncut, the brie looked like a cheesecake. The dude in front of me apportioned himself a ginormous slice only to be disappointed when the inner cheese oozed out onto his plate. His embarrassment benefitted the rest of us.
The sponsors set up a “Cyber Cafe” to encourage attendees to fraternize with the exhibitors. Throughout the day, scores camp out on the array of laptops to read email, get stock quotes, or play Bejeweled. This wouldn’t bother me as much if there was a wireless link set up so us vendors could maintain tethers to our respective corporate motherships.
When the line wanes, I pop on briefly to check email. I’m paranoid about public terminals, especially when people don’t log themselves out of their mail programs, so I just borrow the cable and connect it to my machine.
Susan knows what I’m talking about when I say there is a lotta money poured into these events. For example, we’re charged for:






I wasn’t too big on Skyline when we visited the sister-not-in-law in Cincy a few years ago. But then, I like my chilli hot rather than sweet.
And I’ve always wondered with conventions: would it be cheaper over the long haul to just ship in all of the crap they make you rent (stool, carpet, counter/table). Yeah, $900 for a a T1 line is like…something really outrageously expensive. OTOH, it’s why I’ve done so many hard-drive based presentations in my working life
Glad to see you’re getting out on the town a bit though. Good photos!
They said: “You didn’t pack it safely.” I said: “Bring me the box.” There were two forklift holes through it.
Man, I would loved to have seen that. Or, at the very least, love to have seen the explanation.