Super Conference
I’m still in Las Vegas, at least physically. This city is not meant for ordinary people but is instead designed for some other species, one uncursed with livers. It took about seventeen minutes before my sobriety became a fuzzy memory, a fact I came to regret with the full force of my being all weekend, as my drinking lapse soon became a behavioral leitmotif. If you’ve never attempted to give a compelling speech to a room full of grown-ups while fighting off the effects of a three day bender, I strongly recommend you take my advice and forego the alcohol. As I swam through my hangovers, plural, I took solace in the fact I was surrounded by similarly afflicted scoundrels.
The last hour of the last day of the conference proper I was sitting with my fellow instructors when Savoy’s words of acknowledgement and acclaim pierced the blear of my semi-traumatized, sleepless state. I am sure pictures from that moments immediately preceding the announcement will show me for the husk of a man I was at the time. I cannot express enough gratitude to the students who declared me the favorite instructor in Las Vegas this weekend. For me, the entire weekend was a learning experience. Through narrowed eyes under a furrowed brow I watched my colleagues and felt my jaw dropping lower and lower with every feat of romantic or sexual derring do. Were it not for the distinct danger to my internal organs, I might wish the Super Conference could go on forever. Were it so I would probably understand human beings as if I had the mind of the Creator in the moments immediately before I succumbed to my toxic blood alcohol level. I love this company. I love working in a job where I get to change people’s lives as a matter of course. Thanks again to the students and instructors who made this weekend a legend before the sun came up on Monday.
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