HOTlanta ain't too hot this time of the year. So I'm down in the ATL because of a speech I have to give and of the 400 attendees, I'm guessing I'll be speaking to 40 of them at 7:30am -- that includes the hotel and conference staff. Why do I think that? I'm in the elevator with two people and I overhear them say, "Yeah, I'm gonna skip the 7:30". I'm guessing most will. The conference has given me 75 minutes and my speech is 20 minutes long, 25 minutes if I speak real slowly and cough on occasssion. Since it's at 7:30am, I'll somehow start us late by creating a few technical difficulties. That should shorten my time to 1hr. I'll start off by thanking everyone for 5 minutes, starting with the conference staff and then finishing off thanking the person who delivered my room service tonight. It's not the speech, it's the Q&A I hate because there are softballs, fastballs and always the curveballs.
A common activity among my caucasian coworkers of yesteryear was to visit the local gentlemen clubs when traveling on biz. I don't do that and the only time I do is when forced on a bachelor's party. Down here I've heard about the infamous Gold Club. Can you say Dikembe and Patrick? Not sure if it's still around but I'm not going to find out. If I wanted to, I'd just call the Hummer because he apparently has some platinum membership that covers all clubs east of the Mississippi.
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please don't sully the good name of # 33. hahaha.
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