Tequila bar

I don't rightly know. It just ain't possible to explain some things, maybe even most things. It's interesting to wonder on them and do some speculation, but the main thing is you have to accept it - take it for what it is, and get on with your getting.

A busy day of conferencing. Lightning talk in the morning, short session on certification last thing. Then we hosted our track speakers for a drink at the tequila bar.

Two pitchers of margarita later, it’s me, Clare, Wouter, and an interloper introduced by Mike Feathers, Janelle. We head to a Spanish restaurant ten minutes away. It’s busy and loud. The food, when it arrives, is good.

The day, the margaritas, the noise have taken their toll. It’s after eleven when I get back to the hotel. KO.