The Lost Notes of Webstock: all that remains...
I'm sitting in reception, opposite the Registraion desk. One of the Webstock helpers is practicing her ballet at the counter; the beautiful Tash is sipping champagne and being conversational. A gaggle of ushers have giggled through, their mouths full of snaffled treats.
The far off applause signals another of the startup finalists have finished their presentation for the Start Up Alley competition in the Ilot Thearte. Someone is going home with ten thousand dollars and two tickets to San Francisco tonight. A real helping hand to a newly formed idea in the shape of a potential business.
The mumbles and the mumurs file out of the theatre - mingling and loitering waiting for the results. Everyone is in their own form of black and variations there of.