Conferring

The Gorse Fox is in Orlando to attend a meeting of Starfleet's technicians. This evening was registration and reception. GF wasn't sure he was going to attend - sleep seemed such an enticement... but he succumbed.

The event is in a huge convention centre about 30 minutes from the hotel. Once registered he made his way to the main hall where he was greeted by a space about the size of Berkshire filled with a) geeks fellow technicians; b) buffet counters with an assortment of food; c) beer and wine rest stops; d) exhibits from labs and projects around the world...

Daunted at first (Gorse Fox is so painfully shy :¬) he set off to reconnoitre, stopping at tactical points to take on food or drink as the needs demanded, and reviewing each of the exhibits and talking to all and sundry (including some grizzly old specimens of his own or greater vintage).

He's glad he went, but now (21:15-ish) he needs sleep. (The coaches start running to the Centre from 0500 tomorrow - however, whilst eager, he doesn't want to seem too eager, so may choose to take a later bus - in fact he could guarantee it)