punctuated by a drive by silly stringing of one of Jeff's former
students by an inflatable bull sporting a LeBron James jersey. I kid
you not. After a wonderful dinner with Jason at Drew and some friends
at CSI, we collapsed in our hotel room and slept soundly until morning.
This morning we awoke the realization that we had to check out four
hours before the show began, leaving us room-less for our downtime. My
whirlwind 'Disney in 2 hours' fell on deaf ears and after a short
lunch we ended up in the lobby, taking advantage of the free WIFi and
trying to sell SIDEARM to random folks at the bar or on their way to
the pool. At one point Jamie was haranguing the guy painting a railway
out of sheer boredom.
At three we headed down to the booth to refill the schwag which
magically disappears overnight, grabbed by either the cleaning staff
and/or magical conference gnomes. After some feverish folder stuffing
and candy replenishing we are now open for business.
Bring it on, NACDA. Bring it on.
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