N-Y-C, what is it about you?
I'm just back from the Sun On Wall Street event, which was held not on Wall Street but at the (one of several) Hotel W(s) in Manhattan. In the interest of blogging etiquette I have to mention that just as the event ended I ran into MaryMary which of course means that all the angles have been covered. :-)
I don't spend much time in New York, but I must say I really like it. Maybe it's in my blood: my parents are both Brooklynites, and according to my dad, his mother once worked in a dentist's office--where they did the first dentistry under anaesthesia in NY--about two blocks from where we were staying. Every side street I peeked down was lined with brownstones, reminiscent of the lovingly-rendered street scene in Monsters, Inc. And there seemed to be food vendors on every corner--but that's almost certainly a distortion, caused by the fact that I was deliberately going hungry in deference to my sore, Crohns'-ravaged intestines. (We walked past a store called "Just Pickles" and I nearly had to ask my boss to hold me back from the half-sours, despite the fact that eating one would have caused me several days of severe pain.)
The W is an interesting hotel. Having seen several in the chain I must conclude that I am, as Jonathan would say, "not the target demographic." With its dim purple lighting in the halls, it appears that the W's core clientele is nocturnal: bats, owls, beautiful people under thirty.... Not that I have any complaints; the hotel had a spectacularly upbeat, attentive staff, and this particular hotel occupied a refurbished insurance building with some incredible ornamentation in the ballroom. I was bemused by the incongruity of scaffolding and leiko spots under a ceiling of marble and gilt in the main area, but I loved the "backstage" area; it's the first time in three years that I worked an event where we weren't sitting in a darkened work area with desk lamps shining irritatingly in our eyes.
I was happy to finally meet Yan, who did yeoman's duty--several late nights and all day Saturday--to get a crucial machine running for me; one of the best things about these events is putting names and voices together with faces. And of course we were pleased to hear that our demos are getting compliments. :-)
Posted at 01:17PM Sep 22, 2004 by AceOfSpuds in General |
Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead...
...and we're still not pregnant. Putting back our existing frozen embryos was a no-brainer; even people who think that infertility treatment is "selfish" are apt to understand our feeling that those existing blastocysts deserved their chance to become babies. When we learned that they did not take, we all were very sad (even our four-year-old, who is looking forward to being a big brother some day). So one way or another, we're determined to be a bigger family. Stay tuned.
Posted at 12:02PM Sep 22, 2004 by AceOfSpuds in Infertility | Comments[1]