Maroon ... staying up many hours after work sucking beverages with high OH (hydroxl) content, in the city (or accurately on a man made island) by the bay. I had been invited as a guest to a local billionaire's software company celebration - an annual ritual that occurs on Treasure Island.
This time to add to the evening frivolities he invited a pop band called Maroon 5 - apparently the in thing amongst a certain demographic the noise was lost on me and clearly sent the message that crowds were definitively not my thing.
The view of the night skyline from a ferris wheel at the foot of the newly decorated bay bridge was awesome but the sea of humanity trying to wave and compete with the real deal right outside was somewhat retarded.
I felt marooned would not have been far from the truth. The food service was widespread as were the abundance of portable potties and device charging stations. But the quality of the mass produced and served alcohol and nutrition did not impress.
It is something though to logistically plan the arrival of 30,000 people from 10 miles out on to an artificial island using infrastructure designed to manage an occasional doofus veering off to the small residential rock sitting in the bay. The island is used to this sort of intodus (should be the opp of exodus?) for events as it drives revenue and benefits for local residents.
Mutlitudes of software developers from all parts of the world that do business with the enterprise speaking in global languages were letting their hair down to pick up carnival game poles along with hot dogs and cold beers. The area was full of energy coming from psychedelic lights and Maroon 5 shrieking on stage.
As soon as I found out what the next bus service outbound was I excused moi and headed back out... to civilization - sharing a seat with a sweaty wino on a local train hyped about the Giants canning the neighbors from LA - the Dodgers, at a game of baseball.
This time to add to the evening frivolities he invited a pop band called Maroon 5 - apparently the in thing amongst a certain demographic the noise was lost on me and clearly sent the message that crowds were definitively not my thing.
The view of the night skyline from a ferris wheel at the foot of the newly decorated bay bridge was awesome but the sea of humanity trying to wave and compete with the real deal right outside was somewhat retarded.
I felt marooned would not have been far from the truth. The food service was widespread as were the abundance of portable potties and device charging stations. But the quality of the mass produced and served alcohol and nutrition did not impress.
It is something though to logistically plan the arrival of 30,000 people from 10 miles out on to an artificial island using infrastructure designed to manage an occasional doofus veering off to the small residential rock sitting in the bay. The island is used to this sort of intodus (should be the opp of exodus?) for events as it drives revenue and benefits for local residents.
Mutlitudes of software developers from all parts of the world that do business with the enterprise speaking in global languages were letting their hair down to pick up carnival game poles along with hot dogs and cold beers. The area was full of energy coming from psychedelic lights and Maroon 5 shrieking on stage.
As soon as I found out what the next bus service outbound was I excused moi and headed back out... to civilization - sharing a seat with a sweaty wino on a local train hyped about the Giants canning the neighbors from LA - the Dodgers, at a game of baseball.
Nothing beats sipping your favourite tipple in the comfort of your castle, is my great learning from the 53 years of wasting my time attending parties-only thirty or so where I could consume alcohol.
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