Crunch time

I know it's boring to blog about work, but sometimes all you do is work, and now we've come to the point in a project where we go from "it's so cool that you're building a system to do that" to "Where can I do blah?" and "You've got blah base covered, right? Oh, I forgot to tell you about that didn't I?" And your mind races from

"How could we have missed that?" to
"How could those idiots have not told us that?" to
"It's normal for this stuff to come up" to
"We're gonna fall on our faces" to
"In this labor market, it doesn't really matter. There's plenty of jobs" to
"But what if the housing bubble pops?" to
"Shut up, brain."

Nothing stopped me from attending an exciting cruise yesterday on the Delaware River by Philadelphia at an industry event. The hedge fund nerds shared the boat with a group of court stenographers, who were very excited when the DJ set up and started in with a fine assortment of 70s classics. One 60-year old guy in T-shirt and shorts in particular was a dancing fool, and much the richer for it, cutting the rug with about 20 women at once, some of them passably attractive. They knocked back a mesmerizing funky chicken as we watched a nasty thunderstorm roll in from the north under the Betsy Ross bridge, only to mysteriously dissipate before it reached our boat.