I am writing this from a stool in a hidden corner of Baja Fresh near the intersection of 20th and Pennsylvania NW. I am several feet above the sidewalk and I am watching everybody go by. The evening party at the conference starts at 6pm, and I needed to get away from the crowd for a while, so I am snacking on chips and salsa.
The conference is going reasonably well. There is somebody here I’m not too fond of (not that I’ve admitted this) whom I didn’t expect to be here, so I am avoiding this person as much as possible. I did meet a nice girl a couple of years younger than me; she flew here from Colorado with her hearing boss; I had lunch with them today.