I am back from Alt Summit and my mind is spinning. And as the title might suggest, no, the spinning is not from wine. It’s from the amazingness I was subjected to last week. I had a fantastic time all around, despite nearly slipping and breaking my neck every time I had to leave the cozy confines of the conference hotel (freezing rain is apparently a thing, you guys. And it’s not just the rain that freezes, it’s the roads and sidewalks, too. I’m never leaving So Cal again). And I didn’t pop any giant balloons, IN FACT, I faced my giant balloon fear head on.
I want to share all of Alt with you guys, but I need to do a lot of processing first. Sound familiar? Yes, I still need to write about Camp Mighty, too. I need to write about Camp Mighty and Alt Summit. One of panels at Alt included a section about getting yourself organized. I’m considering it.
For now, I just wanted to bring something to your attention:
I might have a wine problem.
I went searching through the Alt Summit Flickr photo dump yesterday, and I’ve only gone through about half so far but here are the only images I found of me:
And then Flipboard posted this on their Facebook page today:
