Where I Went Wrong, Where I Went Right

I'm in a hotel room, hours after my presentation. Tom Selleck is "The Daily Show" talking about his brain damaged sheep and how ugly cows are. I'm certain this somehow reflects badly, because I'm too tired to turn off the t.v., let alone to try and make sense of what he's on about.

The day's been good. You know a day that starts with huevos rancheros is off to a quality start. This is one thing they're missing where I currently live: good Mexican breakfasts. The day was warm and sunny, and the time difference only screwed up once, though it did so in a profound and humorous way: causing me to panic that I was about miss my presentation because the clock on my computer is set for the back home's time zone. Around the time I was eating my much anticipated barbecue dinner and beer, the time change decided to open up a serious can of whup-ass on me.

I am torn between my 3-year-old-like desire to fight sleep as much as possible, and my slightly more mature college-student-esque desire to justify going to bed as early as possible because life and time zones justifies any bedtime I please.

The presentation wasn't as tight as I would have liked, but it went over pretty well for my first stab at this new project. This conference is particularly good for this presentation because there's a sizable group of folks doing related work from a variety of perspectives. The feedback actually helped justify my dissertation (soon to be a book coming to a book catalog near you). So I'm feeling good.

But tired. And now I"m off to bed, I think.


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ash said...

Glad the presentation went well and you were able to get some useful feedback!

Agreed on huevos rancheros as an auspicious beginning to any day. Mmmmm, huevos rancheros. No good Mexican breakfast where you are? More like no good Mexican anything!

When I first moved there, I went (alone) to what locals told me was "the best!!!" Mexican place in town. Come to think of it, I actually ordered huevos rancheros, coincidentally enough, even though it was dinner time. Worst. Food. Ever. And the "salsa" was actually a bowl of marinara sauce served with stale, salty chips. There was no Mexican beer on the menu, and even the Margarita was bad! I cried on the way home, thinking, "dear god, where have I moved???"

February 27, 2009 at 9:02 AM
Anonymous said...

Heh ... I had a similar experience in a town way up north of I-90. Someone said, "this is the best Mexican place in town". Ordered nachos and what we got was Fritos with Velveeta on them. I asked the waitress is they had any jalapenos -- she looked at me like I'd grown a third eye and said, "Peppers? You eat peppers on nachos?"

Check please.

and why does the captcha want me to type meezoold? I'm not that old!

February 27, 2009 at 8:47 PM