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So I talked about you.

And you.

And you.

In front of a bunch of curators and costumers and other very important people in the museum, reenacting, and interpreting world. I thought my chest was going to explode, but apparently I did alright. Though I think there were some typos in my powerpoint that I didn't realize.

(Susan, did I spell it Halloway or Holloway, Good Gracious I am so sorry if I missed spelled it.)

I was really worried that my talk about us and how the museums could, ultimately, learn from us, would annoy curators and museum people. However, it did seem to go over quite well. So much so, that by the end of Friday I felt like the Aracuan: