I’m finally back home, yeah! The train ride back was an all day experience again, but it wasn’t as long as the one up there. I’m taking a day or two to relax and lounge about before getting back to school work again.

Last night was a slow night. The people I presented with were all, shall we say, feeling the effects of partying like rock stars the night before. My adviser was feeling like he was coming down with the flu, and I was feeling blah after having been a nervous wreck all day. I bummed around the hotel and my room most of yesterday evening. Some very drunk archaeologist who recognized me from my paper basically tried to talk to me in the hotel restaurant. He was going off about New Jersey and how everyone talks trash about peopel from there . . . or something like that. I really wanted to just walk away from him, but I was polite . . . even though he basically burped in my face as he was talking. Honestly I thought he was going to puke on me, I kept trying to back away. He also started unbuckling his pants at one point, which made me think he was going to just start whizzing right there. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but then he sped off to the bathroom which was behind me. Phew! I took that opportunity to run for it.

Dustin