CEC Me!!!
Well, what a week it's been. Sun shipped (well, drove) us all off to San Francisco to help out at the CEC Conference 2005. We were put up in the Palomar hotel - very posh and expensive, right in the centre of the city, complete with leopard-skin carpets and a mesmorizing yoga channel! It was a fantastic week - hard work, 12-hour days, free meals, lots of free drinks (unlimited bar tabs on Tuesday, Friday and Sunday), lots of hangovers and a lot of getting out an experiencing San Francisco night life. This had been long overdue, with our forays into the city previous to this probably countable on two hands. It all finished with AC/DShe performing at the conference on Sunday and a limo ride back to the hotel on Tuesday morning. Here's a day-by-day run down of what I can remember:
Tuesday
Arrived at the Palomar hotel, settled in and headed to a room for the committee meeting. The committee was made up of everyone involved at Sun's end with organizing the conference, including the 12 of us interns led by the fantastic Ed Messenger. It was a really great team (from all over the world) and we all seemed to work well together. We immediately knew we would be in for a good week. After the meeting and a quick drink at Chieftan's Irish pub, we all headed off to Jillians in the Metreon for our first taste of a free bar and food, as well as pool and, oh dear, karaoke. Reluctantly, we participated doing a group rendition of Ricky Martin's "Liv'n La Vida Loca". Horrible. But we carried on, with Andrew, Wee Steve and I doing one more song then Steve getting completely carried away doing song after song. Of course the place had already cleared out after Ricky Martin. We sat outside taking full advantage of the free beer until the place was well and truly closed. We then went to another Irish place, where Alex spent $33 on two whiskeys, Mark got IDed and a fight broke out. We met a couple girls who took us to this really cheap (but kind of empty and unatmospheric) club. Tom and I decided to try and find this place Thomas and Max had gone to on 16th and Valencia. We got a taxi and found Kilowatt, but it seemed kind of quiet so we tried a few other places, but they were all a bit quiet. I guess that's what Tuesday nights are like. We ended up just finding somewhere for a quiet drink. It turned out, much to our annoyance, that Thomas and Max were actually in the back of one of the places we'd looked in, where things were a whole lot more lively in a back room. We would see that later in the week anyway.
Wednesday
7.30am. Very early start. Because of stupid union laws, we couldn't actually get started until about 11 or something so we had a long breakfast. The union laws mean we're not allowed to unpack the trucks (Moscone Centre employees had to do that) and we can't even touch the A/V equipment (people from the A/V company have to do that). Ridiculous, but there you go. It gave us a chance to recover from the night before anyway. Once we got started it was a lot of manual labour, moving monitors and systems into presenters rooms and stuff like that. The Moscone Centre is a very strangely designed place that seems to make you have to walk up and down stairs unneccessarily. One of the staff had a pedometer on and apparently walked 19 miles over the day!!
In the evening, we all went for a really good Indian at a place on Ellis called New Delhi. It was really authentic, with "the freshest Naan bread in the world". I had some speciality 400-year old dish that some Emporer used to like. It was very good, quite subtley spiced but nice. I'm glad good Indian restaurants do exist out here!
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