My last business trip of the year, and a shorter one too, thank goodness. I very nearly had to go out to California next week for another trip, but fortunately, that one got cancelled.
A bunch of us were up until about 1:30 on Friday night working on slides, and Anne was slowly getting sicker and sicker with her cold. Teresa and I got her to take some Airborne and some oscillococcinum, which Anne thinks of as homepathic Nerds.
This meeting was all about the purple pill, and the workshop I covered got cards and GEs talking to each other, which apparently is a rare thing. A word of advice, which you may especially want to pass on to your elderly loved ones: if you're put on aspirin therapy, or you're heavily taking NSAIDs, you risk stomach upset, or worse, a GI bleed. So do yourself a favor and get on a PPI as well, and you can save yourself a lot of trouble and stomachache.
We stayed at a hotel near the UN, which was an interesting experience. First, there were the sniffer dogs outside the hotel, checking everyone's luggage. Then there was the military guard strolling around the lobby, fully armed. Lastly, there was a demonstration going on across the street from the hotel, though I never could figure out what they were demonstrating about.
My room on the 31st floor was neat, as hotel rooms go. It had that spare, uncluttered, Scandinavian/IKEA look to it, and lots of pillows. I had a decent view for a change as well - most of it was NYC skyline, with a teasing look at the East River and the tip of Roosevelt Island (I could see the ruins of the smallpox hospital from my window). Anne and I were alarmed by the fact that one could actually open the windows in the rooms. Being that high up and having the ability to open the windows doesn't strike me as a good combination. This hotel also makes unusually good sweet potato fries.
Only one more trip this year, and that's my Australia holiday in two weeks. Yay!
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