Gave a long presentation on an aspect of the law called Trademark Dilution last night. The actual speaking went fine - the problem was the forum (a) didn't have a clock and (b) didn't have a referee. So I had no idea how much time I had until some guy popped up and mouthed "five minutes."
Looked down and I still had six slides to go through with the real meat of the lecture. So ran through that the best I could. The thing with letting go of control of something is that y'gotta have faith that the people that're then in charge of that thing do what they need to on their end. It was good, not great.
Afterward, met up with two of my friends at this place called the Down Town Association. It's a oak paneled club that members get to show up at and relax in old leather chairs and glasses of whiskey.
The thing about NYC's that every nice place, you're shoulder-to-shoulder with another 1,000 people cause it's a nice place. So that's why it occasionally worth it to join things like the DTA - to get some civilization and some space.
No aged rum though, so I had an Old Fashioned. Two actually - before dashing off to my fencing class late.
There's nuthin like waving around sharp objects with cheese and alcohol in your belly and annoyance in your soul.
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