Manhattan...
Oct. 28th, 2009 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI do not remember the last time I overnighted on the island of Manhattan, but here I am, a block or so from the United Nations, 37 floors up, looking out at the Chrysler and Empire State Buildings, and getting ready to hit the rack.
The flight up today went smoothly, and I managed to find the 'E' train at Jamaica without stumbling over my feet, getting out at 53rd and Lexington, a mere 9 short blocks and two long blocks from my hotel. The weather was drizzly, with a fine mist of drops in the air that allowed tall structures to practice their basic looming technique.
The conference is at the Marriott Marquis, where the main lobby is on the 8th floor and where you don't press the "up" elevator button, you enter the floor you want to go to and the elevator bank computer tells you what elevator to go to. I found it a little kafkaeque.
The hotel bar charges $7 for a draft beer, and doesn't provide any peanuts, preferring to sell you something of similar munchiness for $14 or more to go along with your suds. The conference registration paid for two drinks at the so-called "President's Reception," where the good food ran out early and additional drinks started at $6 for soda and about double that for harder refreshment.
I ran into a bunch of old friends, though, and look forward to meeting with them again over the next couple of days. To that end, it's time I hit the rack.
Cheers...
The flight up today went smoothly, and I managed to find the 'E' train at Jamaica without stumbling over my feet, getting out at 53rd and Lexington, a mere 9 short blocks and two long blocks from my hotel. The weather was drizzly, with a fine mist of drops in the air that allowed tall structures to practice their basic looming technique.
The conference is at the Marriott Marquis, where the main lobby is on the 8th floor and where you don't press the "up" elevator button, you enter the floor you want to go to and the elevator bank computer tells you what elevator to go to. I found it a little kafkaeque.
The hotel bar charges $7 for a draft beer, and doesn't provide any peanuts, preferring to sell you something of similar munchiness for $14 or more to go along with your suds. The conference registration paid for two drinks at the so-called "President's Reception," where the good food ran out early and additional drinks started at $6 for soda and about double that for harder refreshment.
I ran into a bunch of old friends, though, and look forward to meeting with them again over the next couple of days. To that end, it's time I hit the rack.
Cheers...
