Many buses brought us here from the convention center for an evening out. Guests of a prominent company, we mingle uncomfortably just outside the gate of a castle in England. Suddenly, a red knight on a horse appears and invites us to a feast. Relieved, we follow him on a path around a moat. Halfway, a court jester is preparing to entertain us. By the time he is bent back and eating fire, his audience, cold and hungry, has mostly past; the line of dark suits is quickly disappearing behind the castle wall. At this moment I realize that here, under the guise of fun, we are all actually hard at work.