Every year The Broadmoor hosts the Space Symposium.
Nerds travel from all over the globe to discuss tactics for Interstellar domination with other nerds and of course, The Vice President.
Why the hell was I there?
I was hired by Brian Walski (Google him. Seriously, do it.) to help him photograph an exhibit outside of the symposium, displaying the Dream Chaser.
He's a legend, a genius, and my new hero.
The Dream Chaser
A chubby little spacecraft built to take cargo, and eventually people, to the International Space Station. (Zetus Lapetus)
The best part?
I was able to wander through the symposium, where people were eager to hand out branded pop sockets, pens and ice cream!
Not the best part?
Unselfconscious old men
More than once, an old man farted loudly while walking next to or in front of me. Have you no shame!?
Also not the best?
When multiple Broadmoor employees came by the exhibit to sneak a quick cell phone pic of the spacecraft I would offer to take a free professional photo of them in front of it, to which they each responded in a panicked tone, "No! No, no thank you!" While speed walking away.
No photos for the help, I guess.
It was a cool week but I think I can do without hierarchies and old man farts. I'll take all that swag though, Byeee!