The dreaded crash a convention ... or something.
Or Something |
As luck would have it I found myself free on a Friday afternoon, and I went a convention hunting. First stop the Inverness Hotel in Broomfield on a hot tip from one of my confidential sources. Thanks Jon.
And boom right off the bat paydirt:
National Association of Collegiate Women Athletics Administrators |
Swing and a Miss
Well despite being told I'm effeminate my whole life, turns out I'm not effeminate enough to easily blend in with a room full of women athletics administrators.
Line Drive!
So keeping my resolution high, I explored the hotel further, as it is a very big hotel. And as luck would have it on the other side there was a very large convention happening for "Shamrock Foods".
Participants didn't have uniforms but did have matching bellies |
Despite being very underdressed.
A riveting read |
Then I saw it, an open conference room just before some speeches, so I snuck in took a seat in the back, and prepared myself to learn all about lettuce.
That's lettuce he's holding, not weed |
I also learned about onions, quite a bit about onions, and organic farming.
Well, after an hour of that I felt it was safe to mingle about. I snagged some free samples, smiled awkwardly and avoided eye contact with the hotel security.
Little known fact, food is lower in calories when it's stolen |
Yes. |
It pays off |
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