I'm at the halfway mark on my trip to Orlando. Actually a little bit past it, but whatever. I've worked too much, slept too little and gotten a sunburn on my lower legs only. The first three days of my trip were spent milling about at surf expo, talking about the industry, pretending I care, etc. On Sunday, partially to avoid having to help break down the booth, and partially because I just wanted to get out of there, I spent at least three hours trying to leave. But I didn't want to just leave alone, because then I knew I would not do anything useful. I was either going…