Well, I survived the conference. Not that my survival was ever in any serious doubt, I just know how concerned you all are for my safety.

So here's what all happened:

Here's a quick little tour of the conference floor:


For the record: I did not for one second consider booking the scary scary crap.

There were freaks. Lots of them. I give you the two below:

This guy dresses like this daily. He wore the same stuff last year.

While there, they offered some entertainment while we were dining. (You'll remember the Jackest Ass.) This was a group of students who were the beneficiaries of an educational residency program to teach them Taiko drumming:


I would have enjoyed their drumming a lot more if I hadn't seen one of the drummers barefoot in the public men's room right before lunch. That's about the most foul thing I can think of.

And then there is the matter of leaving something for my friend, Toby. Toby, here are your clues. They are all you need. The game is afoot and the thing you are looking for is me. Please video your moment of discovery. At least take a picture for us. Here you go:









I'll post more about the Bar of Modern Art later. That would be the bar I went to for an opening night party. A bar located in an old First Baptist Church.