Im back from my annual January New York trip. Something always happens on the January one, and its usually snow-related, but this time it was only a little bit of snow mixed with other stuff.
Like, cold. But thats a given.
Like Boss Party Pants calling in sick to my 7:30 meeting, but thats a given too (whenever theres an overnight stay and a hotel minibar involved).
More like, Wednesday night dinner meeting. Everybodys on edge and not wanting to be there. BPP is late (this is the same day as the calling in sick), and when she finally arrives, shes wearing a wig. Its actually pretty chic and looks really good on her
Until the wine starts flowing and the wig starts shifting. And oh my, does it shift. Think, Victoria Beckham with thick bangs. Pretty soon the bangs start to get shorter and then they are sitting at an angle with a big pouf of hair moving further and further back. BPP finally notices and fidgets and shifts it around the rest of the night. Really uncomfortable to watch, especially since we all have to go around the table and give mini-presentations. All the while, the wig slips around and the wine swirls and the talk must be loud as the restaurant is full of diners all around us.
After presentations, BPP tells us all that this was one of the BEST meetings shes had in her thirty years in this business and then flits out of the restaurant, but not before repeating how amazing the meeting was over and over again.
She leaves, and the waiter wants to know if we (the five of us left sitting at our table with our jaws touching the table) would like to split a bottle of champagne, complements of the man sitting alone at the next table over (whos been watching the whole scenario play out like a crazy-but-fashionable freak show).
Turns out, this guy is some kind of British business consultant, so mesmerized by the bizarreness of it all that he HAS to come over and see what the freak show was all about! Hes been sitting on the sidelines for about three hours. Hes nice, but doesnt hold my attention because Im just exhausted from the preparation and the anxiety about pulling all my shit together and then coordinating with everyone else.
2 bottles of Moet later, and were finally walking back to the hotel.
I was at LaGuardia airport yesterday when the plane crashed into the Hudson. Our flight was delayed, and I was talking with Boss and someone else over by the TV monitors, and some guy came up to me and asked if my plane was the one that just landed in the Hudson. I laughed, because he was obviously making a joke, but then I saw the serious but kind of confused look on his face and started looking around the airport, and everyone pretty much had a question mark floating above their head.
Weird. But planes were still taking off like nothing was happening. I wondered if there were more geese flying around.
Im sooooooo unbelievably happy that nobody died.
Im exhausted. The trip was okay, but its now the end of the day on Friday, and Im completely friedno pun intended. I seriously just want to drive home and crawl into bed and wake up tomorrow and just work out like crazy.
OK Im out of this office. I hope to come back soon and finish my thoughts.
Loading comments...