the ocean

I spent the week traveling for work, and was reminded how kind of awful that is even under the best of circumstances. I started with the first flight out to New York City on Monday morning, as in get up at 3:30 AM and arrive at O'Hare before the Auntie Anne's Pretzels has even opened. I did end up falling asleep over my Stroopwafel, despite my best efforts to work on the trip there. It took me an hour to get from LaGuardia to my office, my hotel was $750 a night, and it was cold and rainy pretty much the entire time I was there. On the plus side, my firm's offices are in Rockefeller Center, which took me back to my days as an unpaid child guide regurgitating facts I'd memorized about art deco at Quincy's architecture museum (RIP). Also, the hotel had some pretty high quality moisturizer on offer, so there's that.

The past three days were then dedicated to Kansas City, where I did in fact eat barbeque. I was there for a work event encouraging the best and brightest young legal minds (not mine, to be clear), which is kind of hard to argue with, although I will admit that I do sometimes find excellence kind of exhausting. I mean, can't we all just sit back and binge old episodes of Castle while housing fun-sized bags of Doritos every now and then? But I kept any such sentiments to myself, even as the Pinor Noir flowed, and mentored as hard as I possibly could. So if these kids don't all end up becoming supreme court justices, that is absolutely not on me.