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Nov. 29th, 2007 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishI'm sitting in the living room of a house, a condo actually, on Mission Bay in San Diego. I'm about to call John at home and go to bed. I've been sharing the place with three coworkers this week, attending two conferences back to back. The first I had been looking forward to; the CalCOFI conference this year was about jumbo squid "invasions" - lots of talks about Dosidicus gigas biology and how their range is massively expanding (not a new thing - this has happened repeatedly in the past). A lot of very interesting information - including the first ever observation of an egg mass, which was estimated to contain about half a million eggs and was the "size of a small car."
Today and tomorrow is the Sardine Trinational Forum, where biologists and industry from Canada, the US and Mexico share information once a year. All of which is interesting, but damn the chairs in auditorium are hard. Eight hours a day in them for a week is hard on the tush. But there was a wonderful dinner tonight at The Fish Market downtown, and I am stuffed. Last night my boss had us over to his house for carnitas and home brewed beer - I had wine instead. I swear I've had more wine this week than when I was in college. Not enough for a buzz - my tummy doesn't seem to like it very much any more. My younger colleagues were hip on going out to bars earlier in the week; I told them I was old and needed to go to bed. Mike was trying to talk me into a tattoo; I said I'd get a squid paralarva, life size (about as big as the period on the end of this sentence, heh). Bill has gotten up early every morning to go fishing; although his Catch-per-Unit-Effort is not very high.
I wish I were renting this place on vacation with my family instead of co-workers. This would be great in the summer time. Bill found the place, and figured out that four of us going in together it would be much cheaper than the hotel for the conferences. It has two bedrooms and a sleeper couch, a kitchen with everything and feels very homey. I've got my own room, but it'll be nice to get back home tomorrow.
This is the third time down to San Diego in the last two months. I would love to come down here for a vacation instead of work.
John told me this evening Avalon told him, "You're here, and Mom's in San Diego in a motel with three guys." It's not how it sounds, dear, really.
Today and tomorrow is the Sardine Trinational Forum, where biologists and industry from Canada, the US and Mexico share information once a year. All of which is interesting, but damn the chairs in auditorium are hard. Eight hours a day in them for a week is hard on the tush. But there was a wonderful dinner tonight at The Fish Market downtown, and I am stuffed. Last night my boss had us over to his house for carnitas and home brewed beer - I had wine instead. I swear I've had more wine this week than when I was in college. Not enough for a buzz - my tummy doesn't seem to like it very much any more. My younger colleagues were hip on going out to bars earlier in the week; I told them I was old and needed to go to bed. Mike was trying to talk me into a tattoo; I said I'd get a squid paralarva, life size (about as big as the period on the end of this sentence, heh). Bill has gotten up early every morning to go fishing; although his Catch-per-Unit-Effort is not very high.
I wish I were renting this place on vacation with my family instead of co-workers. This would be great in the summer time. Bill found the place, and figured out that four of us going in together it would be much cheaper than the hotel for the conferences. It has two bedrooms and a sleeper couch, a kitchen with everything and feels very homey. I've got my own room, but it'll be nice to get back home tomorrow.
This is the third time down to San Diego in the last two months. I would love to come down here for a vacation instead of work.
John told me this evening Avalon told him, "You're here, and Mom's in San Diego in a motel with three guys." It's not how it sounds, dear, really.
