A different kind of weekend (narrative)
Friday was the last day of the working weekend. The weekend that started early.
Friday was a treat day. The treat was overbudget.
This place called IndiJoe’s has sizzlers. The sizzlers that were burnt.
It was so bad I couldn’t finish. 
The unpalatable sizzlers that caused indigestion.
A plan was made to go on a Saturday trip. The plan that failed.
I slept over at a friend’s house, the third would meet us on the way. The sleep that started late and ended very late.
So there was no breakfast, and no trip, but instead there was computer games. The games that don’t work on my laptop.
I left my friend’s house a little late on Saturday, and reached home to find I left my keys at his place. The keys that unlock my room.
So I went over to another friend’s house who had an empty room for me to sleep in. The sleep that went on late.
In the morning I went back to the first house, got my keys, came back, packed up a bag and left for office. The office that has a laundromat.
While washing clothes, I planned lunch. The plan that failed.
So by 4.00 pm on Sunday, I had spent about 13 minutes in my house since I left on Friday morning and hadn’t had food since Saturday afternoon. The Long, Dark Teatime Of The Soul.
Then Harsha called me and said that his friend and he were off to Church St. (there be bookstores) and I should tag along to the Matteo coffee shop. The glitzy slick-looking place.
So I told him that we should sync our backups first, and that’s what we did, after I ate lunch, but Seeing Vista Copy Stuff Is Like a root canal during a national novocaine shortage. (The meme that is mine.)
And then him and friend and I went as they had food, and then on to Church street where I bought a Vonnegut book. The book I think I’ve already bought.
Then we went in (exceedingly hesitantly) to the thing called a “tweetup“. The tweetup to meet a newspaperman.
There was talk, there were people… I don’t remember much of what went on because I had a bit too much coffee on the day. The coffee that makes me drowsy.
Second half of it was great, I suppose, because everybody was involved in a discussion that was being driven, as opposed to fragmented groups talking about things that interest the micro-groups. The micro-groups of micro-bloggers in a micro-conference.
I cam back and my room was in disarray. The disarray that I did not create, “srsly you guys!”
I cleaned up my mess, and watched a movie (Witness For The Prosecution – great plot, amazing voice control) with a tiffin dinner. The dinner that was cold.
That is all.
People I remember meeting and talking to (twitter handles and not links): sidin; gabbbarsingh; kingslyj; faiqg.
Also remember: abesh (because they almost gave his coffee to me); angeldirect (because it sounds like a marketing business from the US); peegeekay (because he kept telling us his username for some reason, as if it was his name…); dhempe (because he is famous on twitter); harshahv (because he dragged me out of movie-watching mode)
There were more. Full list of attendees from dhempe: @dhempe @aturma @angeldirect @ravenous1 @peegeekay @manikgupta @sidin @deepakpanigrahy @theredgreenblue @harshahv @gabbbarsingh @nb42 @kingslyj @faiqg @tinucherian @santoshp @abesh @philiptiju