scheduling conflicts

So, tomorrow evening is suburban gaming with et al, aka, an opportunity to 0wn in Caylus. It’s also the evening of this month’s green drinks (a chicago environmentalist social thing that I found out about this evening) and a class on deconstructon of buildings for material re use at green tech U. All, of course, mutually conflicting. The next thing on chicago’s eco calendar of any interest doesn’t happen until a week from friday, in the morning (attention: work conflict).

Couldn’t they spread their events out any better than that? Grrrr.

To flake or not to flake, that is the question…

other fun tales from dc metro

Or, how my saturday went.

I got up from my cheaper hotel with free wired internet (yay) if on a short cable (boo), and got a call from while WoWing. Checked out, dropped my bags off at HQ, hung out with and , as well as a married couple that have long been friends of theirs. After over an hour chatting in the cafeteria at union station, we proceeded to the Rousseau (Henri, no Jean-Jacques) exhibit at the national gallery. Afterwards, we perused the bookstore for a bit, chatting all the while. I kept coming back to the green architecture books. Hmmm, a clue for things to look into later.

But we were all pretty exhausted from the museuming (I’ll never understand why that is so tiring), so we got on metro, splitting off to go our own ways. I got on a red line train heading to Glenmont. Looking for an available seat, I notice a woman playing a color rogue-a-like on a mac. In need of geek love, I sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. We talked about games, and programming, and OS choices. I wasn’t sure if she thought I was hitting on her, so shortly before her stop I worked in one of my standard “oh hi, I’m gay” tidbits (namely the oddness of finding a navy sub-sub-contracting job while volunteering for the bfc’s Gay Men’s health collective.) But it was a fun and comfortable conversation. She wasn’t cmu, but we had common cultural roots nonetheless. Very welcome after spending all week in the company of tv-watching sports fans. Not that those are inherently bad people, but

This was followed by a fun evening with and . With snarky observations about the government and working for such, lounging about, tasty indian food, walking Lucy, and a game of Tongiaki. For all my anxiety about how the weekend would go, I had a good, mellow time. Yay.

My DC hotel

Nice things about it:
It’s shnazzy, big rooms, lots of mirrors, general fanciness.
It’s close to the Metro, so minimal time spent sweltering.
It’s totally covered by the government rate.

Lousy things about it:
They jack you for breakfast ($20 for a buffet, I’ll pay it once and never again)
They jack you for internet ($10/day, includes as much long distance and local calling as you want).
Said jacked up internet slows to a crawl late at night.

I don’t care about the space. I’d much rather have the tiny bed & breakfast with the included wireless that I chose repeatedly last summer. It was also cheaper, saving the government money. *sigh* Oh well.