Pre history: Got the command to go to WWDC. Promptly book a package deal through Travelocity for airfare, hotel and car saving the company $BIG_BUCKS. Thinking cleverly, I verify that the hotel is close to where the show will be. Feel proud of myself.
Friday Afternoon/Evening: She Who Holds the Lease and the Goth Kitty go camping. It pours rain. Mike and I watch Jet Li whip a bunch of 1930’s Japanese soldiers while dealing with asian racism and learning life lessons from a samurai while comparing kung fu and karate.
Saturday: The kenpo school has a fund raiser for a family who lost their dad - combination bake sale and board breaking. On my first break, I hit completely wrong and hurt my hand big time. Very embarassing. I did break a few boards, but with my hand feeling the way I did, I dumped my plan to break 5. My mom comes over to watch, allowing all the other students to find out exactly why I behave the way I do. Mom offers to drive me to the airport, so I agree (Error #1: Forgetting that now I will need a ride home from teh airport when I get back...) We all go out to dinner (burgers) and a movie (Revenge of the Sithy Boyth) throw all my stuff into a bag and head over to Mom’s place to crash. (Error #2: Forgot to pack cell phone charger. I have a car adapter but... see below.)
Sunday, 3:30 AM EDT: Get up, Mom drives me to the airport, drops me off ~ 4:45 AM. Hugs goodbye. Appallingly, at o-dark-30 on a Sunday morning, there is a long line at the check in counter. Fortunately, I’ve stuffed my week’s supplies into two small bags, so I go to the check in ATM, pay some extra bucks for an upgrade to “Economy Plus” and sit down in the
holding pen waiting area.
Sunday, 7 AM EDT - 10 AM PDT: Actually had a nice quite flight. Note to self: If that was an “upgraded” seat I am damn glad I didn’t try to sit in the regular seats.
Sunday, 10 AM PDT: Meet cow-orker at SFO, get rental car. Rental car turns out to be multiple errors: Error #3 - despite wanting a basic “midsize”, Hertz gives me a free, uh, upgrade to an
Imperial Star Destroyer Mercury Monster. This thing is like driving a battleship but without getting to say stuff like “Fire All Batteries!!!!”. Error #4 - I shouldn’t have gotten it in teh first place. Most of my business travels take me to places like Nowheresville, Kentucky and a car is essential. You need it to get from the hotel to the customer, from the customer to the food and back to the hotel. It’s even usually cheaper to rent a car for a couple of days than the cab fare to/from the airport. Alas, I’m staying in downtown San Francisco and everything I need is in walking distance. I probably won’t drive the car at all. oops.
Sunday, 11 AM PDT: Make it to San Francisco. Discover that Moscone Center is deepintheheartathecity and it dawns on me that the car isn’t needed. Drop the cow-orker off at his hotel and go to mine. Discover Error #5: while cow-orker is staying at $MODERN_MEGA_CHAIN_SKYSCRAPER I am staying at a hotel that was built at the dawn of the industrial age. Don’t get me wrong - it’s a cool building. I’m sure that, back after the war, this place was the cat’s pajamas. But the two blocks of sex shops along the way was kind of... Off putting. Error #6: THEY HAVE NO PARKING - but they do have a special deal with a nearby garage. For merely $25 USD per diem, they will allow me to stash the Star Destroyer. Oy! Entering the elevator to my room, I discover - I swear I’m not making this up - the elevator is the exact same make and model used in my first dorm in college. I know that control panel. I’ve re-wired that control panel. There’s no mistaking that style - the whole elevator looks like it was cast from a single block of 80 year old stainless steel. I know that my old dorm was built circa 1925.
Sunday Afternoon: Error #7: Head to Moscone Center. Register. Get a really cool laptop backpack and the required t-shirt. Discover that my registration is for plain-old-regular-folks and not the l33t d3v3l0p3r badge I need to actually get to teh data center and set up our demos. Spend the rest of the day getting chaperoned in and out of the magic back-stage areas by Actual Apple Employees. No going to the bathroom without a chaperone, please. After hours of watching other people work, I realize that they don’t actually know how to set up our gear and are trying to do something I’ve never seen done before. Spend the next several hours trying to pull a miracle out of my
constipated ass ear. Said miracle does, in fact, make an appearance around 8 PM. Verify that the node I configured is working and am assured that an Actual Apple Employee will clone the node onto all the others.
Sunday Evening: San Francisco has too many homeless. I don’t mean that in some sort of politcal way, but as a statement that, compared to what I remember from walking the streets of Philly, there are waay to many people camped out on the ridiculously wide sidewalks. In a four block hike, three different people hit me up for a buck, and two for a cigarette. Looking at their faces, I could see they needed them, so I did. I wonder if I can expense this? I also wonder when I started looking like a soft touch. SWHTL would be disappointed - she told me she used to go out with me because I scared off the panhandlers.
Re-reading that, I should note that while it’s all true, my impression isn’t quite that negative. The entire area screams “eclectic” as if Philly’s South Street had been replicated about a dozen times, and the results were sprinkled all over the center city shopping district. There’s a full electric rock band in front of the Virgin store, and even the bums are faultlessly polite. Bicycles are everywhere, even at this hour. (Personally, I would die if I tried riding these hills. Either a heart attack going up, or a crack up coming down.). People are pleasant - they smile. Three cops are chatting on a corner.
Sunday Night: My body clock is completely whacked. Personal time is 1 AM, I should be out like a light, but I’m playing Lumines on my PSP, waiting for sleep. I hear what sounds like gun shots. ~ 4 AM PDT I’m awoken by a fire truck. My body clock says I should be the hell at work by now, so more sleep is out.
More than anything else, it feels like I’m in college again.
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