My dear, dear SoCal Code Camp “New Features of Windows Mobile 5.0” Audience,

I hope this letter finds you well.

I wanted to let you know that what we shared today… Well, I hope that you found it special. 

I found it special.

The mood projector lighting… The sweat that soaked through my shirt as I struggled to get my last demo to work… The look on your smiling faces, like so many daisies populating a gentle slope in a magical, faraway land where one might expect to find Hobbits and Unicorns living in peace, harmony, and some kind of sick symbiosis, forever and ever through the ages…

I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. I made as quick an exit as possible. I knew that neither of us could handle the long, drawn-out goodbye that we deserved, as it only would have served to highlight what we both knew: that we might never see each other again (or at least before, say, June).

The talk, the slides, the questions, and even some of the answers – they made it all worthwhile. They made the last-minute flight, getting up before 2:00 PM, fighting for the armrest with a surly hooligan on the way down, and getting tossed around in a commuter jet in turbulence like a stone being skipped over rapids, all… completely… worthwhile.

Now, don’t cry. No tears. Hush, my dear.

What we had is not entirely gone. It is not in vain that I recall these tender emotions to thy heart, and whenceforth bring a teary mist to those, thine eyes.

Do you remember, as I was leaving, that you asked me for a couple small remembrances of our magical morning? You wanted the slide deck and the sample code.

Well, my love, it will be provided as you wished. And, because my feelings for you run so strong, I will even record the entire session as a screencast with additional bits that I had to cut because of time constraints.

But, hark! ‘Lo, my bed is calling, and my weary bones implore me to go lie down, close my eyes, and drool uncontrollably into the cotton pillow until morning comes, touches mine lids with her willowy, sunny, powdery touch, and brings me forth into a new day, whereupon my first action will be to remove from mine sheets the mantle of drool crust which did form through the night as a result of my steadfast slumber.

Expect to see the screencast by Monday.

And let us never forget the wonderful time we had today.

Together.

Yours Forever,

– Snoogums