Christ is this conference big. I mean, Jesus. It's huge. You can't swing a dead cat in this hotel without hitting at least three preeminent classicists.
Which is lovely. And draining. I find I'm always on the lookout for people I know and haven't seen in years and would love to talk to. Or people I know and haven't seen in years and would prefer to keep that way. So it goes.
But tonight was great. I caught up with old friends, talked with professors from college and generally had a grand time. And getting tipped off about delicious dinner in Chinatown certainly didn't hurt, either.
With no interviews and no paper to give, it's apparently rather easy to enjoy a conference. Who knew?
4 comments:
Enjoy, Hark! And...you never know what will come from the elbow-rubbing.
Thanks, Ink! I'll keep my fingers crossed!
Eh, too bad that you have no interviews; I hate that feeling. But make the most of all that dead-cat-swinging!
Hark, where are you? Miss your posts! Hope you're doing well...
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