It's 2 am and I'm wide awake in New York on a school night. I'm here for meetings with Le Bureau. Here to meet the team etc. As I've promised myself not to write about work, I thought I'd fill you in on what I've been up to otherwise.
Other than relieving Duane Reade of its entire stock of Tylenol PM, buying shoes my size, blubbing throughout the Matisse exhibition at the MOMA and wondering around the city, I also managed to get stuck in the Hudson Hotel lift for 43 minutes (no, I wasn't counting) which, after letting them know that I was fully aware that they had breached every safety regulation in New York state, resulted in me getting upgraded from my wooden cell to a larger wooden cell with studded white sofas, a bathroom that looks like it was used in "Psycho" and free booze and lodging for the rest of the week. Not bad for 43 minutes of suspended disbelief.
After the lift experience, I then went out with a friend to recover at a restaurant in the Upper West Side (I was an hour late, so we stayed close to the hotel. Yes, I do feel I have to defend why I went for dinner in the UWS - one of the deadest neighbourhoods in NYC), where we were joined by a mouse. Needless to say, more free booze followed along with much bowing and scraping from the manager. Again, not bad for a little fur in our soup.
Despite all the above, it's so good to be in our old home, and, as the Americans would put it - I'm feeling "blessed" to be here.