WWDC 2009 Day 0

Have you ever wondered at the beauty of people who are newly in love? They move differently, posture around each other, each person in their own unique mating ritual of their own design. No matter where I am or what I am doing it never fails to put a smile on my face. But there is something uniquely refreshing about travel in general. All of the people in large shipping hubs thinking mostly about schedules and themselves. Next time you find yourself at an airport do yourself a favor. Put down your itinerary and just look up. There is no wonder to what you can see(twoyoungteenagersclinging. familiestryingtooutruneachother. womenwalkingaimlesslyaround. thesmallmindedcollegiatesbroadcastingtheirlastVD).

It goes on and each one is not aware of any other, their fates divided by mere seconds as they pass (perchance) on the moving walkway. Maybe a glance passes between them and in that glance a completely different reality exists. What changes it all? A collision? An impromptu hello? I guess travel always makes me think about how many people are in the world and how many secrets they all hold.

My trip to WWDC `09 started off at a much slower pace than last years trip did. My plane was delayed in Grand Junction for 45 minutes and while in the air we were informed that we "may or may not" be landing in Colorado Springs instead of Denver due to weather. Thankfully, the pilots made the "MAVERICK!!!!" decision and landed in the lightly cloudy D.I.A. It was even a little sunny out, which forces me to seriously question the "danger" of the landing.

Even after I'd been kept waiting for 45 minutes and Taxied for another 27 hours I managed to get to Denver with Plenty of time to wait around. In a terminal. For 2 hours. On the bright side I caught up on a bit of reading. On my connection managed to sit next to the gnarliest biker I've ever seen on a plane, or anywhere now that I think of it. Hell's Angel, multiple patches labeling said angel as an enforcer. So, noting the last time I ordered a drink on a plane I decided to play it safe and I abstained from ordering a beverage for the entirety of my 2 hour flight which (due to more non existent weather conditions) was delayed for an extra 30 minutes.

Upon reaching my destination I decided to head to my Hotel and register (for once bringing EVERY bag that I left with me due to an ingenious system of carrying less and duct taping everything to my person). Afterwards I walked to Moscone West and registered for the conference I decided to go for lunch. Last year on my way to Scomas I noticed a beautiful thing. An In N Out burger at Fishermans Wharf. So I decided to take the trolly back to the Wharf and have some In N Out on the beach watching the ships. I ordered my usual (A Double Double, Fries animal style, and a strawbrry shake. There is nothing better than a burger on the beach.

After sucking back roughly 42 trillion calories I decided that it was time to go back to the hotel, but I was going to be adventurous and skip the line at the trolly by running to the top of the hill and waiting. Here's where my plan begins to fail. I ran up the hill and thought "now that wasn't bad" so I ran some more, forgetting that I had eaten a meal that was really the caloric equivilant of 4 meals. After I scaled the next hill I decided that I could run back to my hotel. And I almost got there with some spirit left. I instead took a quick detour to save my legs and went down a road. It was nice to go downhill for a while but when I turned back in the direction I saw a hill that I would have a hard time WALKING up. So I ran up it. At the top, I crested, clawing my way to the top, dragging myself hand over hand. When I got to the top I sat down, put my head between my knees and BARELY kept my lunch down through my side cramps. That's when I realized I still had half a mile to go. I walked. I got bach to my room, laid down and passed out for an hour. It was my only meal of the day. I spent the rest of the time watching TV.