Expo day one ramblings

I'm here. And I'm wondering how many of you have walked by me while I sit here during the long lunch break across from the bathroom, noodling around on my laptop. Some guy just walked by an applauded the fact that I'm actually writing. I'm not sure this counts.

That guy would be cute if he hadn't pinned his Expo catalogue to his chest with his backpack strap. Dude, that is so nerdy.

This is a nice location. It's a lot quieter than last year. If you don't come until Friday you may have trouble finding it; it's downstairs in the Marriott. It took me a while to find it, but at least I parked for free, and you'll have to torture me before I tell you where because you are not taking my spot.

I spent an hour in traffic on the 10. I had to pee the whole time. You know that Simpson's episode where Grandpa's bladder ruptured while they drove past several bathrooms and the world's largest toilet? That was almost me. Thank God for Burger King.

My feet stink. If you walked by me just now and smelled them I apologize. My shoes were in my gym bag for three days with little to no ventilation.

Lunch was lonely. I ate a Von's sandwich and grapes and I forgot my Ipod. So I sat and read Seven Seasons of Buffy.

Interesting talks so far. There's not much going on, but there are a few interesting speakers. I'm surprised by how many people are here today. The main speaker room is like three degrees, so bring a sweater, and I can't find a water fountain, so bring money.

The volunteer coordinator remembered me from last year. I must be more obnoxious than I thought. I just wish I could find the two friends I made. I keep thinking I see them, but I'm hallucinating.

If I had a digital camera I would take pictures. Man, we are a dorky looking people. There's a dude staring at me. Either he thinks I'm hot, thinks he knows me, or is disgusted by the odor of my feet. It's probably the feet. Jesus, they smell bad. Maybe I should put my shoes back on.