I am here to staff our booth at the so-exciting Lamaze International annual meeting. It’s edge of your seat excitement, I can tell you.
I wasn’t at all sure if there were any folks hanging out here on the blog that lived in the Boston area, so I figured I would put that out there. And I’m also interested in recommendations on places to eat, and so on. I’ll have evenings free, but I am mercifully freed from this meeting on Saturday afternoon.
I was going to try a Red Sox game, but I figured my wife would mind me taking out a third mortgage to afford the tickets. Anyway, let me know any recommendations. Thanks everyone.
Something I’ve noticed this afternoon…
Is that there are a lot of people running around in this city. And not the joggers you might expect. More than a few times today, I’ve seen men and women, in full business suits usually carrying or dragging some variety of bag or backpack, running full out down the street. Often while talking calmly into their cell phone. One woman was so focused on running that the bag she was dragging (and when did that get in vogue, the wheeled backpack for the cubicle dweller?) got caught on a lightpole. Funny to watch, but it had to be painful.
I think I can honestly say that I’ve found myself running, in a full suit, just once in my life. I’d left the critical element of our major anniversary gala in my hotel room, and it took me running at full speed across the entire Wardman Park Marriott to get this thing – a time capsule if I recall correctly – from the room, back across the hotel, and into its assigned spot on the platform.
So, that’s a little of how I spent my boring afternoon here in Boston. A nice walk through the Commons, a stroll through a bookstore, posting to the blog, and watching with some wonderment at this odd phenomena of business suit-clad office workers running at break neck speed down busy Beantown streets.
Jack Bauer
jack runs while talking on the phone 24 hours a day. Its all he does.
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Greatest T-Shirt
Lisa saw a great t-shirt at Target last week – ‘Jack Bauer for President.’ I couldn’t agree more.
Or…
Nah… Bartlett’s got my vote.
O heck..
In that case, I vote the outside vote, Charles Gunn, circa season 4-5
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Running in a suit
The last time I remember running down a street dressed in a suit, I had a gang of hispanics chasing me and throwing beer bottles at my head while shouting epithets.
Ahh, youthful hijinks.
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Matthew P. Barnson
Of course…
It’s a nice enough hotel I am in – mostly clean, a downtown location near major sights and shopping, etc – but I think the fire alarm this morning at 5:30 might force me to offer a less-than-glowing review.
For one, the alarm could barely be heard in the sleeping room, making the alarm itself mostly useless. Standing in the hallway, certainly, you could hear the instructions clear enough, but what if the emergency itself was in the hallway? Seems counterproductive. And while I am just on the 8th floor, so the walk down wasn’t too tortuous, there was almost no presence of hotel staff to assist the more senior guests making their way down the emergency stairwell. Again, not a great response.
The worst of it – I had already planned an early morning walk to Starbucks for the morning fix, had gone to the lengths to even recon the location and everything. At 6am, in a busy downtown district in a major urban center, the Starbucks was closed. Closed. Like we are living in a Soviet gulab, I tell you.
So, the conversation around the free bagels and cream cheese (and some really terrible coffee) in the exhibit hall was all about comparing fire alarm stories. What a way to start the day.