Day 1 of the TESOL Conference in Denver, March 26th 2009, and we are snowed in at a cheap motel in Boulder. Our brilliant idea – stay in scenic hippyish Boulder, a short 20 miles from the Denver Convention Center, nestled under the stunning profile of the Rockies, in the foothills, so much more pleasant than hobnobbing with 8,000 English teachers in the downtown Denver mega malls and swanky convention hotels. When we wanted to meet the occasional fondly remembered ex-colleague or attend the odd session, we would just jump into our rented Dodge Sentinel and take beautiful 20-minute drive into town. And living in the midst of this huge convention, we would have had to closely monitor every word that came out of our mouth, on a number of levels.
Right now, sitting on the couch in our $50 suite (free upgrade since the WIFI was not working in the originally booked room – a guest stole the wireless repeater in that wing – and we threatened a bad review on hotels.com), with 16 inches of snow on the ground, temps in the teens and a driving wind off the mountains, the turnpike to Denver just recently reopened after closing down due to multiple spinouts and pileups, thinking of my colleagues snugly ensconsed in a fine quality restaurant sharing scincillating conversation and delicious gourmet food, it still seems like a good idea.
Nevertheless, we now have no one to talk to except the always enganging Norma Yvonne. As we pointed out to her this morning as we watched the blizzard reports roll in, we can’t think of a single person we’d rather be snowed in with.
Hopefully, tomorrow we will be able to get into town and deliver this magnus opus. Stay tuned….