Over

Last night, I met up with Kirk (the only American I in any way befriended) and went for some open bar goodness just after having written the last entry. Then off to the dance. There is something very troublesome about watching aging academics get their funk on.
The one piece of advice Greg gave me for my trip, was to not drink too much. Well, I didn't exactly follow it. I remember having a great time, but the specifics aren't so hot. It seems I was a bit too open about having a little bit of a crush on one of the group of Canadians that I'd been hanging out with. It seems I danced like a spaz. It seems my sense of humour didn't entirely go over well (I think the word 'atrocious' was used).
Good night all around.

This morning, though feeling a touch worse for wear, I made it to the 8:30am session after a very luxuriously slow lunch of inedible crud. Cafeteria food badness has taken its toll.

Time I go pack up my stuff. The conference is over and people have mostly already left. I have to go be a tourist in Kalamazoo itself rather than just on the Western Michigan campus of doom. Tonight I'll doze in a greyhound and tomorrow I'll be in the big T.O.