I just got back to my hotel (a good one) from my afternoon and evening of fun.
The afternoon was a presentation about a book that I was involved with from beginning to end—and by involved with, I can assure you that I was the only person to have read this book from start to finish—not once, not twice, but three times.
It’s nice to see babies delivered—it’s scary when people are already talking about updating the baby.
The event was triply nice because I got to catch up with an old friend who lives here in Belgium. After the presentation, we caught up during the cocktail hour–where, I might add, there were a couple of very cute Belgian civil servants—Yum! Yum! After the obligatory drinks and chatting up friendly people, we headed out and had a platter full of oysters.
It was excellent—the conversation and the food.
Mind you, the guy I ate oysters with is the same man who mesmerized an entire table full of grad students when he said, “I know the secret to winning Russian Roulette.” I can still visualize everybody sitting in rapt attention, listening carefully to the details as he started explaining. Naturally we were all disappointed (and he most embarrassed) when we asked about the bullet, only to discover that he wasn’t describing how to win Russian Roulette.
After the oysters, we went around the corner (actually getting a bit lost on the way) to an Italian restaurant, where we rejoined the group and had an excellent evening—complete with three courses, lots of wine, and great conversation.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with the dominate image, from where I was sitting, of the presentation I attended.