I returned with Day 1 lunch ravenous. No one but Brian was in the booth. After laying out everyone else’s personal pizza on their respective desks, I thought about waiting to eat. Then Brian began consuming his food and I caved, scarfing down my pepperoni pizza with great zeal. The photograph above, in which the rest of halfwheel team embraces a “working lunch,” came after I had unfortunately finished my own meal.
It’s no surprise that one of the (vital) responsibilities of the editorial assistant is to procure lunch for the halfwheel team. The options at this year’s trade show are various, but for Day 1 I figured pizza would be the least threatening option for the team as they wade into the sea of booths.
The smoke is rising as I write this, in a cloud of communal fumes. The filtration systems are roaring, sweating like mules up a mountain to try to keep up. It’s Day 1, and it has been a wonderful sight to see all these enthusiastic cigar folks puffing and chatting as the day wears on. I anxiously await the next onslaught of booth posts to be edited and uploaded. My leg is pumping, my internet is struggling, but here we are. See you all around the block (tomorrow), for another lunch with halfwheel.