Philly, A Recap
Thursday: Get on early ass flight, bemoan lack of caffiene, set-up booth, eat sushi for lunch, exhibit, get some great leads, dine with my boss at Bookbinders and enjoy some wonderful baked bass, pass out from gluttonous feeding.
Friday: Awake early to catch featured presenter, workout, exhibit on my feet for SEVEN hours, break for lunch (more sushi), loose feeling from knees down around hour 4 of exhibiting, eat complimentary dinner at the conference site, pass out from exhaustion
Saturday: Awake even earlier to join the crazies in the health promotion walk, loose feeling in legs and hands around mile 2, take extra long HOT shower to resume circulation, exhibit for 5 more hours, nearly die of boredom, pack up booth, begin walking, stop to eat sushi, visit Chinatown, try to visit Liberty Bell (sold out), try to visit Independence Hall (sold out), try to catch Dali exhibit (learn that it, too, is sold out), resume window-shopping in frustration, return to hotel bar and consume enough beers to feel lightheaded, dine with 5 strangers at Mrs. Tootsie's (overrated southern food), arrive back at hotel feeling restless, sleep
Sunday: Awake early to catch client's 8:00am session, arrive at said session and make wonderful connections, go to local church service, get manicure, eat sushi for lunch, enjoy St. Patrick's Day parade, arrive at art museum and get best surprise of the day: a discounted ticket to the Dali exhibit, stand on feet for total of 5 hours, loose feeling from knees down around hour 3, catch taxi back to hotel and then to airport, begin to feel lightheaded, drink beer, realize I haven't eaten since breakfast, eat dinner, drink more beer, chat it up with other bar guests in airport terminal, become disappointed at announcement that UW gets only a #6 seed in the NCAA tournament, fly home, kiss hubby a bit, tuck into bed for best sleep of my life.
As you can see, there were two main themes to this weekend:
1) Fish and Sushi. Craig's allergic, so any time we're apart, I get my binge on. This weekend was no exception.
2) Walking/Standing. My feet kill. I think I massively messed up Sunday by getting a manicure instead of a pedicure. I think I got shin splints.
Overall, a good trip. I'd go back to Philadelphia again. Not spectacular, not bad, but nice. But great to be home.