I read about the boobie flask just now and here’s what I have to say: DAMN IT! I’ve been doing this a while now, but with Ziploc baggies. Fill two about a quarter of the way with Captain Morgan and lay one in the bottom of each cup. Buy a Coke when I get into the ball game/concert/hockey game/ whatever, hit the ladies for a little mixing in private and I’m good to go. This has worked for me for years, but of course I’m mostly bitter that I didn’t take it a step further and invent this myself.

Since my alt text doesn’t seem to be appearing for some reason, the pics are:
Room service, log bench @ Hudson Bar, the city – TWC to the left, Trump to the right (here I am, stuck in the middle), Leah plays with fake hair at Bloomingdales, Intern Nick with “art” in front of IBM, fountain near The Boathouse in Central Park

Quickly first:
- McSorleys – inches (quite literally) of dust on wishbones from before the Civil War (?) makes you certian of your health and your ability to survive a simple flu
- Subways are fun, especially when you get to transfer
- What happens when you don’t answer the phone for your 3rd and 4th wake up calls? A large man in a blue jacket with a crest on the pocket and an Secret Service style ear piece rings your doorbell.
- TWC under serious lockdown in prep for the RNC
- Intern Nick in town, coming by the office today and I’ll show him the studio, etc.

From the 21st floor of Time Warner Center, the trees in Central Park resemble heads of broccoli.

And this is why I come to NY. To follow Jack around as he prepares for his Quarterly Press Briefing. Here are some clippings from yesterday…just to give you an idea of what he talks about when he holds court.

–> These articles have been removed, as I don’t enjoy people “Googling” my boss and coming upon my site. 11/1/2004

Funny how I honor my routines, even in a new city.

I find myself unable to fight habitual tradition – even in an amazing, vibrant, powerful rush rush city like New York. Drinks with the girls at the Hudson Bar followed by a ride with Leah to Bloomingdales and a walk back to the hotel. I could walk for DAYS here…if my feet would just stop fighting with my shoes. Raw flesh on the sides of my tootsies from trekking around in flip flops. Blister on my left pinkie toe from wearing heels yesterday (with a suit, oy) and giving up on my hose half way through the day. My feet are SO attractive right now. Tangent. Back on track – walk back to hotel followed by a soak in the jacuzzi with my book, then room service and sleep by 11.

After hitting snooze on my wake up call a few times (the woman was actually laughing at me) I did manage to get up and take a run through Central Park this morning. Not nearly long enough but I rationalize that it was offset by the extensive hoofing around I’ve been doing. That half a block from the hotel to the office is just brutal.

Not sure what’s on tap for tonight, mostly I just need to finish coordinating things for the event tomorrow. The event? Maybe that’s being generous. I’ve arranged for our NY staff to have the afternoon off — to come drinking, snacking and socializing with Jack and I at a local pub (hello, where did you think I’d have it?) where I’ll give at least one of them tickets to the US Open and the rest of them random company premiums – and then we’ll ship them all off around 3.

Right now, I want to play under the blue sky with its few whispy clouds. The breath of New York is still lingering on my skin, nearly 30 minutes after my last encounter and I’m left wanting more.

I really have no choice but to start by telling you how STUPID nice the hotel is. Upon arriving to my room I find a giant widescreen plasma TV as the cherry on top of all the other items you’d expect from a hotel like this: fluffy robe, slippers, giant down comforter and crisp, soft white white white sheets, loads of chocolates, bottled water with Trump on them, a jacuzzi, etc. In the welcome packet the bellman has been given for the great handoff, there are business cards and letterhead personalized with my name, the hotel information, and the direct phone and fax numbers for my room. There’s even a sweet handwritten note on the desk from someone in management welcoming me (wonder how many times they had to write all my names before they got it right). My view overlooks Central Park, and there’s a small brass telescope on the desk for people watching, this is to the left of the T1 port and just above the drawer where the patch cable is hiding.

If I was to rewind, I would tell you that when Jack and I were getting out of our car Cristina Applegate was steps away waiting to get into hers. If I was to fast forward, I’d tell you that as I watched Leah walk up to me half an hour later, she was watching Jackie Gleason next to me. Cooky.

Later that night…

Leah, Jack and I went to Stage Deli (not Carnegie) and while Jack’s tounge sandwich (it looked nothing like a tounge and everything like corned beef) seemed lean and tasty, my pastrami was riddled with fat, and the cole slaw wasn’t really edible.

Enough about New York. With my dream trip pending, I’m beginning to think about how to caputre the moments.

I have an old school camera that actual takes film, and I have a video camera. I don’t really want to lug either one around Ireland, and I’d rather have my pictures in digital format. Hell when I get my film deveoped now, I request “CD only”.

That said, I’m looking at disposible digital cameras, which got me thinking…if I could hack it, I get a digital camera for $11! And of course, in this day and age…it’s already been done.

Random Links:
God Checker
Liberal Hipster
It’s never too early to start thinking about Holloween costumes

Headed north on business the rest of the week. The digs I’ll be enjoying don’t look too bad, and the Republican National Convention this weekend should be fuel for a little additional entertainment.

Besides work, here’s what’s on tap:
Drinks with “The Girls” Wednesday night
McSorley’s
MoMA
Running by the reservoir (and then some)
Pastrami sandwich at The Carnegie Deli

Pic via BlueJake

I’m headed to Ireland.

Thanks to Delta and Abi and these wonderful things called buddy passes, I’ll be prancing around the Emerald Isle on my solo maiden voyage from September 3-12. I’ll fly in to Dublin, rent a car and round the coast. In fact…for your entertainment I’m posting a map of my travel plans and a list of places I’ll be and things I’ll be doing.

In the mean time, I’m headed to New York tomorrow for some work and some play. I’ll try to post from the city that never sleeps.

Besides, what’s a little more debt when you already have heaps?