55 hours' escape / We tour econo
I escaped the Burg for 55 hours, managing to dodge almost all of graduation. Both of my jobs deal with it and I wanted to be far away knowing one or the other would have significant problems.
True to form, 40 miles on the way to Raleigh I got a call telling me a critical piece of equipment for the main graduation had failed and asking if I could help out. By that point I was well past the point of no return and continued on, slowing only for rubberneckers looking at a chain reaction accident that had left damaged vehicles strewn for half a mile.
Raleigh is apparently the only place where my GPS actually gives reliable directions (compared to DC, Anapolis, Roanoke, Richmond, Atlanta and others which greatly confuse it and Radford where it tells me to drive through the armoury) so I arrived without a problem at
vileone and
vilejynx 's and was greeted with food, wine, and good conversation.
Over the course of the weekend, video and scripting was discussed, revisions were made, a scene was shot and edited, and the usual assortment of topics (security (physical and computer), OS X, politics, music, copyright, law) were discussed; boys were thrown in the air, read to, and played with. Exactly what I expect and needed. As ever, I was able to keep
vileone up well past our bedtimes talking - Friday night ended with my statement that he was getting dark bags under his eyes and I was seeing trails of light when he waved his hands.
It came time to leave and
thebroomecloset and
ovrclokd were kind enough to let me invite myself over for dinner on the way out of town. A few hours of excellent food and discussion followed. It was the first time I had (knowingly) had baby bok choy and I was surprised at how mild it was.
The trip home was uneventful and fast. In a way that will be apropos to a handful of readers, the last CD I randomly tossed in fit the evening nicely. As I first hit the highway driving into the sunset, Balkan inspired folk playing on the local NPR station, I reflected:
Stressfree hours granted: 55
Total cost to me: ~$24 in gas, $4 in drinks and snacks
Number of servers that suffered kernel panics during that time: 1
Number of users that appear to have noticed: 0
Friends that can destress you with the feeling of tabula rasa (the relaxing type, not the Einsturzende Neubauten type): Priceless
True to form, 40 miles on the way to Raleigh I got a call telling me a critical piece of equipment for the main graduation had failed and asking if I could help out. By that point I was well past the point of no return and continued on, slowing only for rubberneckers looking at a chain reaction accident that had left damaged vehicles strewn for half a mile.
Raleigh is apparently the only place where my GPS actually gives reliable directions (compared to DC, Anapolis, Roanoke, Richmond, Atlanta and others which greatly confuse it and Radford where it tells me to drive through the armoury) so I arrived without a problem at
vileone and
vilejynx 's and was greeted with food, wine, and good conversation.
Over the course of the weekend, video and scripting was discussed, revisions were made, a scene was shot and edited, and the usual assortment of topics (security (physical and computer), OS X, politics, music, copyright, law) were discussed; boys were thrown in the air, read to, and played with. Exactly what I expect and needed. As ever, I was able to keep
vileone up well past our bedtimes talking - Friday night ended with my statement that he was getting dark bags under his eyes and I was seeing trails of light when he waved his hands.
It came time to leave and
thebroomecloset and
ovrclokd were kind enough to let me invite myself over for dinner on the way out of town. A few hours of excellent food and discussion followed. It was the first time I had (knowingly) had baby bok choy and I was surprised at how mild it was.
The trip home was uneventful and fast. In a way that will be apropos to a handful of readers, the last CD I randomly tossed in fit the evening nicely. As I first hit the highway driving into the sunset, Balkan inspired folk playing on the local NPR station, I reflected:
Stressfree hours granted: 55
Total cost to me: ~$24 in gas, $4 in drinks and snacks
Number of servers that suffered kernel panics during that time: 1
Number of users that appear to have noticed: 0
Friends that can destress you with the feeling of tabula rasa (the relaxing type, not the Einsturzende Neubauten type): Priceless