Smooth like the road to hell

I would like to say everything has gone smoothly the last few days. I'd be lying if I did. Instead I've:

- Gotten a badge with my University's abbreviation spelled wrong (there's two letter missing and a random Y in it) despite my repeating it five times to the guy printing out my registration.

- Gotten on the wrong train once

- Walked down the wrong street to get to my hotel once prompting a hilarious scene where I'm standing on one side of a seven lane highway looking across it and wondering "Why the hell is my hotel over there?!?"

- been reminded that Boston is "The Walking City." My feet would riot if I walked any more today.

- fallen on people while trying to quietly leave in the middle of a talk. Needless to say it was not quiet when I pitched over and took out three people. I was so glad for the misspelling of my University at that moment.

Otherwise, it's been pretty good. I unfortunately missed what I term the Gay Cowboys in Geography talk (remind me when I'm back to type up some of the names of talks. Especially the ones in the Queer identity and Geography series). It was at 8am and I just could not get myself out there in time.

And now, friend's list.