Well, the maid(s) came by while I was gone today and tidied. I have all fresh towels and the bed is made, and they were nice and washed my bowl and spoon, bless their hearts.
It is 9:30 PM plus a bit in Orlando and I am exhausted. I have been hard pressed to keep awake since about 7 PM tonight. Catching a bus after the conference was another joke; I saw the trolley go by as I was about to cross the street, then the #8 didn't see the guy waving it down until it was too far away to pull over. Cue a thirty minute wait for the next trolley - which was too full to accept more people. In the meantime, a group of five people from the conference were convinced by me to take a taxi to their destination as it was almost less than the trolley. Yes, they were going out to eat together, and I was going to eat by myself, and even though they were going to the cheesy Greek joint (Opa!), I envied them as they packed into the cab. I'd decided against the movie as it was at 7:45, and before I started waiting for the bus I'd been unwilling to put in nearly two hours to have the movie start (ah, the irony). I was also jealous of all of the people I passed sitting in the lobby of the giant "Rosen Center" hotel chatting with each other as I headed out for the day. Most of them were, I think, around for some other big conference that's happening right now (the one with 15000 people and its own bus service) - I think it's Oracle software of some sort. But I had no one to talk to at all. I've found myself a little desperate, striking up conversations with bellhops and bus drivers - just anyone who'll talk. I assume I'm not creeping folks out too much, but who knows.
I hate eating by myself. At least I've been making a game of it, the "find the really good Mexican joint" game, this time the one I passed on my way into town on the bus, which seemed extremely promising. Given that I wound up almost an hour north of the convention center, I'm glad I was doing it for fun and not because I relished getting nauseated in a bus again (and disoriented to boot, the jet lag was just killing me - I was almost hallucinatory). At any rate, Jalapenos was the real thing, run by a Mexican family, home made flour tortillas, flan for dessert (I didn't have any due to tummy issues), and ooooohhhhhh good salsa and chips of the right density. My combination plate was deelish and I'm only sorry I didn't have room for more (okay, I'm not sorry, I felt not particularly good, but at least I ate my meal and I did like it). shadowdaddy was texting me on my phone during dinner and I pretended I had company instead of just a sad little cell phone making "ping" noises at me. When he finally went to bed, I read my Charlaine Harris book (which I knew I'd find engrossing) and then caught the 8:20 #8 home. Yep, that's right, I'm learning the Orlando bus system. How sad am I?
Tomorrow: after the conference, confer with the guy whose talk I attended this morning to see how to improve my paper, back to my hotel for some swimming, then rewrite my presentation until I'm satisfied with it. Dinner will likely be Pizza Hut - which is too sad for words, really.
I feel lonely but my heart isn't breaking. It could be much worse. Shower now then bed.