let me describe to you my duties all week at oracle openworld:
that’s pretty much it. OW is also notable for also being the one time of year that i’ll actually wear something with our company logo on it. because i’m required to. take a picture, because you’re not seeing it again for another 12 months.
finally it all came to an end with the big party last night, which our company sponsored.
lots of fireworks (we were actually close enough to see them being launched off of the barge, which is interesting) and lots of bands. who gives a shit about counting crows? although fountains of wayne were pretty good. we had a serious 80’s flashback with both bow wow wow and berlin playing. depending on your point of view this is either really great or really pathetic.
since we were working the show, we got vip passes to the event.
i have to say, life is much better being a vip.
you get free hard liquor instead of just free crappy beer and wine, you get better free food, the free shrimp in the free shrimp cocktail are bigger, and there’s all the ice cream you could ever want. plus, white castle-style sliders. but with crab meat!
more than that, i admit it was the standing on the vip platform, overlooking the hoi polloi, being able to watch the bands comforably, uncrowded, gazing at the unwashed masses, and secretly gloating and thinking, “yeah, not you buddy. you’re not a vip. fat chance.”
sigh.
this is exactly the type of thing that leads you to life in jail for shooting kevin spacey.
Posted at September 22, 2005 10:44 PMSquatterblog #8
Rather than own my own blog, I’ve been writing down stuff in the comments section of other folks’ blogs.
9/25/5
Sunday evening
I bike 100 miles across the wine country this weekend. At mile 42 or so I saw two men in full motorcycle leathers, without their motorcycles, walking along the side of the road, looking down an embankment. “That doesn’t look good” I said to one. “We’re looking for a lost woman.” He replied. I kept biking. In half a mile or so I passed another group of motorcyclists along the side of the road. “Are you also looking for the lost woman?” I asked. “Yup.” “Can you describe her?” “Red Hair, 6’1”” “I’ll keep my eyes open.” I did for a couple of miles, then I kept biking. Didn’t realize until this evening that we had about 700 cyclists on the ride this weekend, would have been a good idea for all of us to keep an eye out for her.
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