>Don't be so modest, Jim, tell everyone about that time you ate 45 hot dogs during the Key Note session in Orlando. Thats gotta be a record of some type...

Ok, it was like this...it was a scolding hot, humid day and you could see the steam rising off the road after the sky suddenly opened up and dropped an unexpected downpour on the hockey players gathered to watch the colored horses pulling what appeared to be a small covered wagon adorned with old MSDN CD's shining so brightly in the mid-morning sun that I reached for my sunglasses and unforunately realized that I had left them in the alien spacecraft I had just unexpectedly stepped out of, startling the small group of purple goats that had assembled just outside the fence of the Amanda Hugginkiss center for the prevention of poor color coordination syndrome.

Man, those hot dogs were good! Though eating them after they had been left out of the refrigerator for a couple of days might not have been such a good idea. < g >