Road to #strangeloop
On the eve of the talk, I sit at a table half-awake before what is to become sleepless night number four, 2 hours in waiting for my first real meal since leaving Victoria to arrive, blatter is coming down hard on this very loud, and very understaffed, and only available vegetarian place within walking distance from the hotel. And, my voice is gone, I can't speak.
It wasn't one big mistake that fucked me this time, it was a thousand little oversights or expectations.
I normally am a really careful planner when it comes to giving these sorts of technical talks, you wouldn't catch me going out the night before.
I had assumed that the train would either carry the one vegetarian meal on the menu, or accommodate. After a first day of eating cold bread loaves with margarine, an altercation with an uncompromising attendant on the second day, I managed to secure myself a "Steamed Russet Potato A-la Tomato Sauce", for the third day aboard.