I would tell you more, but let's move on to second of all.
Second of all, I'm getting to hang out with some of the people listed/alluded. George and I have been hanging out, and I think my dream is finally true: he's my non-romantic boyfriend. He's as kind and sweet as he is brilliant. Hello, George. Welcome to stepping into a more important role in my life.
And, of course, I had two people I love. They used to be students of mine, but now that they've graduating (a couple of years ago), I can tell them that I love them. Amber and Beck, I'm delighted to get to see you! And get to eat with you! And xoxo!
There are other people who would fit this role, but let's move on to the third of all.
Food! We've had some tasty food, including one of the chicken and waffle restaurants that has become standard and delicious in the south. George (ahem, NRB) and I had dinner there one night. At other places I've gotten satisfying coffee and bagels. Got delicious breakfast with Amber and Beck. Got an on-the-street hot dog. Eating--in fancy or low-key ways--is a satisfying part of conferences.
And here comes a satisfying part of conferences.
|Three glasses of water lined up on the fancy table.|
Related, maybe: When one person asked me about my brain tumor, I felt like the table grew silent and our table of people were listening carefully. I may be making that up, but in general my brain tumor gets people's attention even when I'm not thinking about that.
Okay, the electricity went out at the restaurant, and we ultimately had to leave. Most of our dinner folks went off for later dinner, but I went back to the hotel. Here's a celebration in my room:
|I guess you can tell without me needing to|
explaining everything here, right? My life.