Just wrapped up the second of five regional NACA conferences in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Strange little parallel world they have out here. For those of you not in the know, NACA stands for National Association of Campus Activities and is a centralized organization through which college events (lectures, concerts and the like) get booked on a region-by-region basis.
It’s a weirdly festive meat market that has us going back and forth between loving ourselves and wanting to wash every inch of our being with the soap of Valhalla. We’re getting free shows from truly incredible entertainers and meeting new friends that we’re going to stay in touch with for the rest of our lives. We’re also whoring ourselves out to total strangers and standing around awkwardly at hotel parties while middle-aged bush league booking agents try to get in the pants of student activities commissioners young enough to be their daughters.
But the bilan seems positive on the whole. Hard to complain when you’re staying at the Doubletree, even if it’s only on the floor of some guy you barely know. Onward to Kansas and the land of “lamb fries”.