The "sort of" refers to my sobriety at the time, or more specifically, my lack thereof.

I talked about the outbound portion in a UA thread. I got to Orlando and checked into the Hampton Inn Convention Center (I would comment on the hotel, but that was pretty much the last I saw of it), did my presentation then made my way to the Rennisance to meet my Oracle friend (former almost-client at last job...Beckles calls her rat-girl) who happened to be in town for some techno-geek fest. Being no dummy, I took the opportunity to hang out with these folks to fish for leads on stock-option laden job leads

While I found prescious few of those, at the reception for the trade show I did manage to find lots of Becks. A group of Oracle and EMC employees and I decided to go to City Walk rather than Pleasure Island. At Margaritaville, I told the hostess that I was a guest at the portafina, and that seems to have greased the skids (as I had been told it would). Our party of 10 only had to wait about 1/2 hour...or two red stripes.

We finally sat and ate around, I dunno maybe 9 or so? Hammertoad arrived at some point after repeated cell-to-cell phone calls where I did not hear much of what was said due to the volume in the restaurant. I was, putting it delicately, tanked at that point.

One lady in the group REALLY wanted to go to pleasure island, but with the 'toads help we convinced her to go to Pat O'Briens right next door instead. While rat-girl had flashbacks, we talked and tried to touch the water-fire. Great to meet HammerToad and nice to know someone in MCO!

The toad hopped back to his 'pad' and we stubled over to the groove-something dance club. It was loud. That's pretty much all I remember. I shared a cab back to the Renisance where I had left my overnight bag and computer and, needless to say, never made it back to the Hampton Inn before leaving for the airport at 5AM to catch my 7AM flight. The check-in lady forgot to take my cert (or perhaps she was taking pity on me). As i sat on the plane, it occured to me to call the Hampton Inn and check out by phone...what a waste of a hotel room! I slept for the flight home. Straight to the office to fake my way through a staff meeting and now I am considering taking a nap under my desk a la George Costanza.

The wages of sin...