Annelies and I rushed over to the Ritz Lounge to catch the Heather Gold Show, a live talk show where she was bringing people on stage to talk about "continuous partial attention", a state where you don't focus on one thing, but instead divide your attention among several task all the time. It was an interesting talk with some good jokes, but it was plagued by mike problems that made it hard to hear the panelists over the background noise.
It went on for almost two hours, and by the end, I felt I needed to go to the bathroom. On my way back, my stomach started turning upside down, a little pocket of pain in my belly, and I knew something had to be done. Ani quickly caught on to my plight, and we headed back towards the convention center. I didn't think I'd make it, so we ducked into the lobby of the Residence Inn and I ran to the bathroom. I came out about fifteen minutes later, and she went to get my car from the garage to take me to her mom's house to rest. I left there about 11, feeling well enough to drive, but still really poor.
Other news: "Cat Dancers" was quite good, a documentary about a couple that was one of the first to train and perform with exotic cats. It ended up being a pretty tragic story, but there were also some laughs. We wanted to see "Smiley Face", but my sick stomach prevented that. Annelies' mom saw "Knocked Up", the new Judd Apatow film, and said it was great; I'll catch it in June when it plays wide.