At his house, for a barbeque.
We were picked up by 5 big coaches on campus, and taken to a church near his house, where the 100 or so interns proceeded through the metal detectors. Any cameras, cameraphones, knives, weapons, etc. were taken and checked. Actually, in the email sent out prior to leaving, they specifically said that if someone brings "a camera we will not be able to return it". That's pretty intense.
Then we lined up and got on smaller shuttles, and were whisked away to billg's house. It's massive, with a 40 car garage aptly called "the batcave" and cedar beams boldly jutting up and across the ceilings. We went down a long set of stairs through his "entertaining" house and arrived at the waterfront, where caterers dressed in yellow and black promptly greeted us with hors d'oeuvres.
The dinner consisted of many different types of salads, skewers of chicken, grilled salmon, tender ribs, and mini-hamburgers. Also available were beer and wine. Lots of VPs, directors and general managers were mingling in the crowd, speaking to the interns about their experiences. Some of the GMs and one VP started at MS as a new grad, which means they've been here for at least 12-15 years.
After a while, Bill innocuously showed up, and was immediately surrounded by a crowd of interns. Some have likened the crowd to a donut, a very apt description. After a quick introduction and address, the evening continued, with the donut around Bill the whole night.
I left as early as I could to catch the bus back to Seattle. No, I didn't speak to him. I didn't shake his hand. I didn't ask for his autograph.
Autographs are so 20th century.