Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Crash a Convention - Revisited

We've got a couple hours to kill before next weeks drawing, so why not revisit a failed one from a few weeks back.

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
I quickly tried to blend in, picking up some reading material from some of the vendors lining the hallway to use as a cover.

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 learned about lettuc pricing points, I learned about how iceberg lettuce is dying, and how romaine is king.  I learned about how they screw you and me, the customers, by giving us lettuce that is fluffier to look like we are getting more.

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.
After about a half hour of playing interloper I remembered I had the day off and should spend it doing something more interesting than tresspassing and learning about lettuce.  So I called it a success, belated though it may be.

It pays off


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