I'm at my company's annual conference. PuppetConf.
This year, it's being held at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco. The hotel is a five-star menagerie of marble floors, carved jungle wood, and $6 cans of soda. When U.S. Presidents come to the Bay, this is where they stay. The penthouse is a 6,000 sq ft apartment with a billiard room, two-floor library, and 24K gold faucets in the bathroom.
Oh, the penthouse also comes with a complimentary sports car for the duration of your stay.
...and no, I didn't get the penthouse.
We had lots of parties as well. I don't usually frequent bars. However, sometimes, exceptions must be made. Especially when tiki statues, indoor pools, and floating jazz bands are involved.
Yes, this is an IT conference. However, not every sys admin has a beer belly, and a good many of them are runners. Each morning, at seven o'clock sharp, a group of us have braved the hills of San Francisco. Of course, since the Fairmont sits on Nob Hill, every direction is down. The experience is similar to Lake Oswego hills, but more so.
I might poke slyly at the grandeur, but these conferences are great. You get to meet people from all over the globe. And... it turns out... most people are genuinely nice, if you take the trouble to get to know them.
...even people who use the metric system...
Europeans. Gosh.
Until next time,
- Daniel
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