[UFO Chicago] Interim CEO's report for 7/25

[Nate Riffe]

Tonight's meeting was by far the longest meeting ever, standing at six
hours and approximately twenty minutes.  I believe a good time was had
by all, even with the presense of traditionally clashing
personalities.

In attendance tonight (in assumed order of appearance):

Mike McCune
Neil Ormos
Nate Riffe
Jordan Bettis
Paul Suda
One of the Clan of Eric ("Parking Meter" Eric)
Jesse Becker

Not in attendance, but occupying Geor^H^H^H^HVictoria's in close
proximity:

One mariachi singer
SEVERAL DOZEN OKLAHOMA HIGH SCHOOLERS

So it turns out that the restaurant formerly known as George's is now
officially known as Victoria's, fullfilling the prophecy that Peter
made a couple meetings back.  However, Ana is still there to give and
take orders, and both the new and old menus are in effect.  URGENT:
THE PANCAKES ARE NOW MADE WITH A HINT OF VANILLA AND ARE MUCH LIGHTER
AND TASTIER.

As UFO meetings go this one was fairly standard, if you ignore the
somewhat obnoxious crooning of Victoria's's mariachi singer and his
out of tune guitar, the arrival of several dozen high schoolers from
Oklahoma who are staying at North Park for the summer to do charity
work in the city in the name of their God, and the post-meeting that
didn't want to end.  The topics of discussion were suitably geeky,
ranging from current bugs in Gentoo Linux to a summarized history of
American military aircraft to Eric's latest analog cell phone hack
(an adapter for use with commodity AA batteries instead of the
proprietary "battery packs" that he can no longer acquire due to the
vintage of his cell phone).

The biggest oddity of tonight's meeting was the post-meeting.  Paul
Suda and Mike McCune left before closing, and Eric Parking Meter left
not long after, but the remaining four of us experienced what can only
be described as Sudden Death UFO.  The post meeting raged on for
nearly three and a half hours with its participants ever poised to
vacate the scene, but never actually doing so until 02:19 AM CDT when
I asked the fateful question: "Hey, is it 2:30 yet?"  During that
time, four CPD vehicles passed by our small gathering, two of them
slowly, and one ambulance scared the bejesus out of Neil with a
solitary siren blast.  It was by far the most pleasant and
non-confrontational UFO meeting in a while, and it just wanted to live
a little while longer.

Interim CEO,
Nate Riffe

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