At FUDCon, between the late night talk, trying to catch up with email, and the realization that HOLY CRAP I HAVE TO FILL MAX’S SHOES NOW, I got a total of roughly nine hours of sleep divided over three nights. Let’s take a tour from the perspective of someone who doesn’t roll out of bed into a vi session. (Yes, I’m talking about you, lmacken — you so pimp.)
I start Thursday night with a rainy 200 mile drive, and check in at the hotel where I find a gaggle of Fedora buddies preparing to find sustenance. I find out that Bojangles is the place to go for some downhome style cooking if time is of the essence. I file this away and resolve to try it out while in Raleigh.
I meet up with Max shortly thereafter for a great working dinner to talk about succession and strategies, and transfer control of the Fedora Orbital Laser briefcase. We have some great kebabs, conversation, and coffee, and then Max drops me off back at the hotel. Due to uncontrollable flight delays, I end up picking up my friend Jared Smith at the airport at about 1:00 a.m. (Seriously, NO WORRIES, man.) When we get back we get into a fistfight over who’s crashing on the couch, meaning we both want to nobly take the couch. I fade a little by the third round and then he’s got me on the ropes throwing crushers at my kidneys, so I crumble and Jared takes the sofa by decision.