Then, er... Well, then I went home.
I realize that I'm not describing this in an especially entertaining manner, but I've given up on being able to tell funny stories about things I do or that happen to me; I cannot do that to save my life. I'm just taking advantage of the "journal" in LiveJournal here, is all.
Maybe I should at least get a decent camera for this sort of situation, so I can liven up the journal entries with amateur photography. The Stata Center is certainly very, uh... interesting looking. Actually, from the street it looks surprisingly good, as if it belongs there. Inside it's a jumbled mess, though.