I was in a large convention room with certain members of my family, a few hanger-ons, whathaveyou. There were other tables, other people. Moderate noise level. We were sitting at a table by the wall, being moderately pleasant to one another, when I see
Kevin Poulsen working as a
bus boy. He's wearing one of those fake gold crowns with the styrofoam padding inside the base, and it's slipping down his forehead. I think we had a brief conversation, but I don't quite remember.
And then I did an interpretive dance about it when I woke up.