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
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