If I were a seminar organizer, I would pick the most uninteresting and gloomiest town I could find on the map and that’s where my convention would take place. Bentonsport , Iowa , pop: 40 (no offense to the 40 fine folks.) Holding a series of lectures in a place like Miami with so many possibilities of outside diversions completely defeats the purpose. Many attendees. Not so much attendance. Seriously.
My friend D. who for the following series of Miamian posts will bear the more fitting name of Xuxa Cienfuegos invited me to come along to her public affairs conference (not the conference part, the Miami part.) She waited until the last minute to make hotel reservations downtown, and oops since there were no vacancies, she just had to book a room in South Beach. How totally inconvenient!
I met her at the airport. She was sipping a Bloody Mary. It was 7 am.
By 3 pm, we had traded our Bloody Marys for Mojitos on Nikki beach.
By 4 pm, we had met Gianni, Raffaele, Marco, and Andrea.
I estimated Xuxa’s probabilities of attending any professional meetings in the coming days to an absolute zero…