I had put together a tweetup in Palo Alto to introduce the Plaid Nation guys to the local community. Unfortunately, I spent the first hour of the meetup, alone, hanging out upstairs where I thought I said we would meet, with Julio the bartender (thanks for entertaining me Julio!) and their shiny new Wii.
After wallowing in my beer for a spell, the wild hair (aka: common sense) kicked in, so I ventured downstairs where I found the group sitting in a corner, and the Plaid Nation guys had just left so I didn’t get to meet them.
What a dumb ass I am.
Now, the first question everyone asked was ‘why didn’t you look over the railing or come down before’. My answer: I had looked over the railing a couple of times, but only saw a handful of folks from that viewpoint, and the ones I saw I did not recognize and they all had name tags on (thanks Ryan Kuder for thinking ahead) so I thought it was a different group. I had also asked the bartenders to send them all upstairs, so I just thought I was getting stood up…you know, by 20+ people. My bad.
Thankfully, the rest of the group hung out and I got a chance to mingle with them, but I am bummed I missed the Plaid Nation guys. Hopefully, I used up all the dumbassness living within me for a while. Gah.
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