The last day of breakdown didn't come easy; I learned that the vomiting was a result of a bunch of us contacting norovirus from the catered food!  I guess you can't get a free lunch from a Hackathon :/

While I was taking breaks puking into the toilet bowl at 3 a.m., I had a bit of inspiration and decided to write this poem:

Before Julia went on her flight to New York, she decided to come out and join me for a final goodbye and a cool community open mic.  We checked out the nifty Mission Synths, (geeking out a little on our oscilloscopes) and then grabbed a incredibly tasty ($7!) scoop of ice cream.  

                        Mission Synths, in San Francisco.  A cool hidden treasure!

I learned that dairy wasn't good for upset stomaches and well, neither was whatever the heck else I ate.  But it was a great time chatting with a new friend.  I performed some poetry and utilized the art table at the open mic for making Julia a "best teammate" keepsake.

                    This bookstore hosts a lot of amazing events in the neighborhood.

Julia stayed right up until takeoff time. Afterwards, she sent me a text:

"I'm actually feeling really sad to leave! Never thought I would make such a good friend during my 3-day stay here."

A pretty awesome outcome for my very first Hackathon.  The stomache pains pass, but the good memories endure :)

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