San Diego Fiasco

So on 3 April I got up very early 6 am (after going to sleep at 4 mind you, so it is indeed early). Had to catch a flight to San Diego at 8 am. My heart was fluttering (no, not just for teen aged girls, hearts flutter for grown up men too) at the prospect of going to san diego - my favorite place in this country. Oh, what I would give to get a job there. Anways, had a conference I was presenting my summer@epfl paper - simulation symposium. schedule was tight, but still i thought of spending whole of sunday there - surf is the most amazing there, only comaprable with Digha maybe. (Dont smile, New Digha is the most beautiful beach on earth, including saint tropez, maimi and san diego. and no, i am not colored by the fact of living close to it for 20 years and going there more than 20 times. :-)) But, instead of reaching there at 10 am to spend time with Mani/Inder/Ahamed there, I reached at 11 pm. spent 6 hours each at houston and las vegas airport. Had missed my 8 am flight from houston, bcos of stupid daylight savings time - had completely forgotten about it. Las Vegas is pretty cool though with smoking lounges, bars, massage chairs, slot machines, free wifi, et. al.

Presentation went pretty well. lot of interest in the paper, helped hugely by a best paper award my boss had received on this paper at another conference. Met a few people. Learnt to keep all my job options open; and not say that I am looking for industry options only. Then went with Mani for a little while to the lovely Mission beach. still cold. but, I was promised that water will be warm and waiting if/when I take a trip back for job interviews, or better still job.