I made it to San Francisco, despite having to borrow a suitcase off Angie and pack at the absolute last minute (Thanks, Ang!) My hotel is cool but authentic Victorian, in that the rooms are really small. I lived in Hong Kong, it's not too much of a trauma to me, but I can see how others might be taken aback. Interestingly, they seem to be pitching themselves at musicians -- the art of the walls in the rooms is abstract line drawings of microphones and such, and they have some sort of deal or alliance or something with a recording studio. Odd. But it's a cool place, and right of market street, and directly across from where my conference will be, which is good because I'm going to be attending some 7 a.m. sessions. Oy.
Business meetings were ok -- one site visit went well, the other... less well. These things happen.
San Francisco is gorgeous, as always. I met Ariel and Dave for dinner last night. We had cheap Indian food, then went for dessert at the top of the Grand Hyatt, which has amazing views out over the bay. So I got to eat Creme Brulee and watch the sun set over the hills across the by. Amazing.
I'm down the street from a huge movie theater, so I may finally go see A Beautiful Mind at some point. Plus, there's a "Where the Wild Things Are" store and play area for kids. Dude. It makes me wish I had access to small children. Except not in the obscene way that that sounds. Ew.
Wendy says the cats are lonely, but she has selflessly consented to watch my cable and eat my frozen pizza and keep them company. Yay, Wendy!
Traffic in the he Bay Area sucks. Just so you know. I've been traipsing around San Mateo and Santa Clara, and there is a certain amount of sitting around waiting for the cars to move. I return the car to the rental place tonight, as for the next three days I'll just be schlepping across the street, and I hardly need a car for that.
Then I get to play with Jane and Sarah. Huzzah!
By the way: I could live here. Except for the earthquakes. Sigh.
Oh, and Lotti, if you're reading this, I left your mom's number at home. Doh! Care to e-mail it to me?
Business meetings were ok -- one site visit went well, the other... less well. These things happen.
San Francisco is gorgeous, as always. I met Ariel and Dave for dinner last night. We had cheap Indian food, then went for dessert at the top of the Grand Hyatt, which has amazing views out over the bay. So I got to eat Creme Brulee and watch the sun set over the hills across the by. Amazing.
I'm down the street from a huge movie theater, so I may finally go see A Beautiful Mind at some point. Plus, there's a "Where the Wild Things Are" store and play area for kids. Dude. It makes me wish I had access to small children. Except not in the obscene way that that sounds. Ew.
Wendy says the cats are lonely, but she has selflessly consented to watch my cable and eat my frozen pizza and keep them company. Yay, Wendy!
Traffic in the he Bay Area sucks. Just so you know. I've been traipsing around San Mateo and Santa Clara, and there is a certain amount of sitting around waiting for the cars to move. I return the car to the rental place tonight, as for the next three days I'll just be schlepping across the street, and I hardly need a car for that.
Then I get to play with Jane and Sarah. Huzzah!
By the way: I could live here. Except for the earthquakes. Sigh.
Oh, and Lotti, if you're reading this, I left your mom's number at home. Doh! Care to e-mail it to me?
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