Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

I was going to bow out, but talked to Charlie last night, and he’s pretty hardcore. Not only does he want to go to the parade, he wants me to go to the symposia as well.

I didn’t have too much of a problem blowing off work (Not like I’m going to fire myself, is it? har har…), but when I was printing out information, I discovered that it’s being held in a client’s hotel… not the convention center as previously thought.

Do I really have the nerve to dress like an idiot and go where my bread is buttered, so to speak?

Probably. But not without reservations.

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