I'm at yet again another conference in weird and wacky Austin, Texas. The number 3 keeps cropping up. Let me give some examples of this mysterious phenomena.
3 hour is how long it took to drive up here.
3 meals are served at this conference. I've never gone to a conference that served food. I guess for the 80 bigillion dollars this conference cost they thought they had better serve food. Breakfast = continental = carbs overdose. Lunch = salad for me, BBQ for everyone else. Dinner = reception food = oh yeah, I pigged out.
3 times a day snacks are served; which means I must eat. I would hate to offend anyone by shunning their tasty bite size brownies or chocolate cookies. Who am I to turn that down?
3 the number of days this conference lasts.
3 the number of days I'll never get back.
3 glasses of wine at the reception was probably a bad idea. Maybe not, I can't remember.
23 foreign countries are represented here. When they advertised this as an international conference they weren't kidding.
3 times the energy wasprobably expended to get here by the 1 person who came all the way from Iran than all the other conference goers put together.
3 the number of people I actually know here.
3 is how many times I want to slap the guy 3 seats down from me that won't stop shaking his damn foot and there by shaking the whole row of seats.
3, 333, 333 times I yawned when someone put some crazy algebraic equation in the text heavy powerpoint slide there by making me want to poke their eyes out with a 3 prong fork.
3 the number of times that the speaker used the word pedagogical guidance. Why do I want to call child protective services?
So there is a wrap up of my conference in the power of 3. Sorry about all the text and no pictures. I've had about all the text heavy material I can handle for awhile.
ps: it was so late last night I forgot to title this post. That sounds so much better than I am so lame. We really know which one it is.