MOB party
I’ve been trying to post something about the mob party all day today, but I’ve been battling pretty hefty writer’s block. Unusual, I know. The main problem is, I’m hacking away on some photo-blogging software and so my mind is full of code. I could talk about that at length, but nobody who reads this blog would give a rip so I won’t. Anyway, the blogger party.
It was fun. The end. I met tons of people; and while I could take the time to find their URLs and link to them, right now I really just want to get back to coding. Sorry guys. (I feel bad about this but I’m really kind of introverted sometimes and after a night of being around tons of people, I kind of lose any energy I might have to talk to the world on my blog.)
The most memorable part of the evening (and the reason why I’m posting this) came as I was leaving. Swiftee noticed me leaving as I was pulling out maps and bus schedules trying to figure out how to get back to my apartment from downtown Minneapolis. He graciously offered to give me a ride home.
Before he left, he offered to buy me a beer. Okay. Now I know why everyone makes such a fuss over Summit beer. I don’t like beer, but this was good. Really good. I mean, hot damn.
So we got ready to leave (eventually.) We get outside, I opened the car door, and broke it. It no longer closes. Of course, I didn’t really notice this until we had scraped off the frost from the windows on the inside of the car. His door probably froze or something, who knows. (I can’t help but note that it happened almost exactly three years after I did the exact same thing to Peggy’s car when she gave me a ride once. Peggy was able to hold the door shut with the shoulder strap after she dropped me off; later she tied a towstrap to her steering column and drove like that for months. Have I mentioned that I love this woman?)
He called his wife, and she came to pick us up. Somehow, I managed to avoid breaking her… jeep? I think it was a jeep. SUV of some sort, anyway.
Someday I’ll post pictures. Anyway, back to coding.