I went to Girdwood this past weekend. In the continual efforts to maximize the weekends and to be spontaneous, I went with Sarah, Matt, and Michael to Oktoberfest. We had high hopes of German goodness, only to be let down. Yes. Let down. They were out of German food and beer. I had roasted chicken, a costco roll, and Anchorage microbrews. Not German.

But there was a 10-piece German band that liked to play the chicken dance. A lot.

We stayed at a fancy schmancy resort hotel, because it was a cool packaged deal, where split four ways, it was affordable.

Ho hum. I have a three-day conference at the Hilton starting tomorrow. Sha sha sha. I'm a host at a couple of the lectures. Should be good times. At least I won't be in the bloody office.