Two Little Boys

08 Jan 2006

This is was I think, the first morning of my first design conference pilgrimage. H & I had gotten up early enough to have a quick breakfast, and then walk the 30-40 minutes into the city for me to hit my conference. All good. Even had enough time for a quick detour when I spied this nice big piece of street art down one of the side streets. - On closer inspection, it was actually a pretty good piece, with 3 or 4 layers, nicely done, tidy, all in all impressive. Even the dappled morning sun on the wall seemed to ad to it. The piss stains, less so. But a nice piece nonetheless.

I arrived at the conference with a good 20 minutes to spare, pleasantly relaxed, looking forward to the presenations etc. Then, shock-horror! I'd left my fucking ticket at K2's place! Fuck! We quickly hailed a taxi who seemed to crawl thru the city... finally we got back to K2's place... rush in to grab ticket... back to cabbie and another mad dash through the last of the morning traffic, get to conference centre and yell goodbye to H... zip up escalators, frantically find the right doors and just manage to slip in before they shut the ground floor and force late-comers into the back seats!

Needless to say, I've always made sure to have my ticket with me before leaving the house since then!

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