Today, I arrived a little late to the second day of the OSCMS Summit, so I snuck into the back of the classroom and sat down in a chair Boris offered me. The session was on installation profiles, which I've been interested in to ease the setup of new sites.

As I was sitting in the back, I was close to the refreshments, coffee and juices. Next to me was a bucket of ice with a few bottles of soda in the bottom. Since the juices were sitting on the counter, they were warm. I grabbed one of the cranberry juices and tucked it into the ice to chill, figuring I'd wait until the end of the session before digging it out.

Just as I finished half-burying the bottle in the ice, the guy sitting next to the ice bucket looked over intently at the bottle I just set in the ice. He then reached in, grabbed it, opened the bottle and started drinking it.

I sat there glaring, thinking, "Dude! What the f--k?"

This is the guy.

One of these days, I'm going to write about a conference I went to where, when I write, I detail the talks I heard, instead of the people I met or the things I did. When that day comes, I might have even taken notes. Until then, though, it's all about who I met and what I heard (in the hallways, that is).

Today was the first day of the 2007 OSCMS Summit, hosted by Yahoo. My original plan with the schedule was to listen to Rasmus, who never disappoints, then James, who is also entertaining to listen to. I was also planning on going to the theming session, Earl's node_access session, too. I wasn't sure about the last session, so went to the internationalization one, since Mike was in that one.

The day was fabulous. Except for the theming session, which wasn't directed at our level, the sessions were informative and well presented. Chris and I could have taught the theming session, a realization which is always disappointing (in the sense we've just wasted our time, not in the sense, hey, hot damn, we know it all!).

At lunch, I met up with a few people I've been really really really wanting to meet for just the longest time. I met Robert Douglass, the first person to publish a drupal book. Entertainingly enough, he knew who I was and immediately complimented me on my tutorials and documentation. Of course, I was flattered. He also remembered I was working on the Flickr API project, another one of many projects I've started and not finished. Boo.

I also met Steven Peck, whom I've communicated with over the last couple years but never met. His first words to me where, "Oh my! She does exist!"

I also met Josh Koenig, who frustratingly knew who I was, but I don't recall meeting him. And, dammit, I wanted to talk to him more than the introductions, but I was stupidly nervous. After I left our conversation, I could NOT figure out why the heck I was tongue-tied. Stupid tongue. Stupid knots.

There was a gathering after the event that I just didn't want to go to. My stamina for these things is too short. I don't know why. Something about getting up at six in the morning and needing to go to bed at ten at night seems to limit what I can and can't do these days.

Stupid adult sleeping schedule.

Every time I look in the mirror, I think, ugh, I'm looking old. I see every spot, every mark, every crease, every blemish. I see every grey hair and think, crap, I need to color my hair.

Yet, for every time I do that, there seems to be someone who misses my age by a lot. This time, it was by near a decade. How do people misjudge my age by so much? Sure, there are people who will pad a few years so as not to insult me, a woman, but off by so many?

Confuses the heck out of me.

Tonight, I made some comment to a fellow Master Gardener about some experience I had, I don't recall the details. She looked at me surprised, then asked how old I was. When I told her, she was completely shocked, and commented, "Really? I thought you were around 25!"

Though, I guess that's better than not figuring out how to spell my last name. Or my first name. Or my gender.

It must be the shoes.

I went to SFO to pick up Dries after his flight into the Bay Area. He had offered to call me when he and the "other Belgian" he was flying with finished with customs. I asked him to call me before he entered customs, to give me time to drive to the airport. Well, I made the big miscalculation of assuming Dries was flying into San Jose when I offered to pick him up in the first place, and was paranoid I'd be late, making him wait. So, I had driven to SFO earlier than expected to compensate.

I arrived at airport just as Dries exited the airplane and called. This was fortunate, as he was missing one of my phone number's digits and needed to call work to see where I was. I was able to wait for Dries in the waiting area, which was also fortunate, as I was unsure if I would recognize him as he exited the customs area.

When he and his Belgian companion walked out of the door, I stopped worrying and started laughing. They were both well over 6' tall. I haven't felt so short in a long time. After saying hello to his companion, I asked Dries, "Is there a rule that you must be over six feet tall to commit to Drupal's core?"

He looked at me confused. "No. I don't think so."

"Who wrote this crap? Who in his right mind would ask a woman to give up everything she is, everything she loves, the very essence of her being, for him? I mean, how could you even ask that of someone?"

"Well, you start out with, 'Hey, bee-yotch!'"

...

"Wait a second. You mean, if I asked, you'd give up baseball?"

"Baseball?"

"Yeah, baseball. Like, never talk about it. Never watch another game. Never read another book about baseball. Never draft another fantasy baseball team. You'd do it?"

"Well, if you started with, 'Hey, bee-yotch!'..."