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Jul
Well, I made it here. The most difficult part thus far (excluding the parking garage, I guess), was finding the registration desk. I was okay with following the little arrows. I wasn’t so great at distinguishing between upper and lower levels. *g* I could here the bustle of registration from where I stood; I could’t tell it was coming from 12 feet above me.
Most of the people here are male, most are a few years older than me, and most are wearing jeans (but not so many of any that I feel excessively male, young, or dressed). Gretchen Pirillo was helping at the registration desk, so I’ve seen one blogging celebrity already. :)
Welp, the doors have opened wide. Time to explore.
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