Why (oh why) am I writing about Lunch 2.0 at Vidoop?
that’s a tech thing
you might say…
Cami’s gone geeky
you might complain…
Yes yes… you’d be right on both accounts, but in all fairness they fed me bacon and gave me this lovely parting gift:
So Cami’s easy… a free hardhat and bacon wrapped goodness plus a room full of interesting people totally warrants a mention on my blog:
A few hours before Lunch 2.0 started I ventured downtown to meet my friend at our prearranged super secret meet-up spot. Then it was time for some shopping and aimless wandering before heading over to Backspace in preparation for the big event.
Then… in no time at all it seemed… we headed upstairs to the Vidoop office to attend the event known to many as Lunch 2.0… but in our house it was called… well really we called it Lunch 2.0 as well, so never mind.
The masses gathered in the brick lined room. We crammed together. Sweaty from the heat we waited patiently for the bacon wrapped dates stuffed with blue cheese…
And then? There was some talking.
Some talking that was pretty darn informative, though I had already grilled a friend the week before and forced him to explain to me exactly what it was Vidoop was all about (in case there was a test).
Am I going to tell you what they said? No. Am I going to tell you who said it? NO.
It was a free event. You could have gone. You chose not to.
But after a mere 5 minutes of talking (with me standing in the very back on my tip toes peeking between peoples’ heads) they suddenly gave* us hardhats (some of us anyway) and told us to eat up.
And so we did.
And then there was MUCH more talking amongst ourselves. MUCH. And many many people to meet… and here is where I must interject that I thought it would be a lovely idea to have a little calling card, so to speak (though with no number to actually call… I don’t know what to call it). I thought What a LOVELY idea, a card to let people know who I am and what I do. And so I made one. And then I showed it to Mr. Kaos and he said…
Come on Cami, no one uses cards anymore… don’t bother, it’s just a waste of paper…
And he was sooooo right… except for the 62 million people that asked me for my card over the 90 minutes I was there.
My husband? So out of the loop. So I thought since I didn’t have my card with me yesterday I would bring it with me today, here, to this post. Would you like my card? Why here it is:
So mostly? It was eating, trying not to talk with my mouth full, drinking soda (not Cherry Coke) and telling people politely that I didn’t have a card but trying not to blame my husband (whose fault it clearly was) who was alternately standing across the room or snuggling up to me.
Then we left.
* No one gave me a hardhat, but they said we could have them and it was totally just sitting there on the table next to where the bacon wrapped, blue cheese stuffed dates (or were they prunes) were before we devoured every last scrap.