Half of a chicken salad sandwich on wheat bread with lettuce and tomato, a handful of mini pretzels, and a Fresca. It must be lunchtime.
I went to
Chicago over the weekend. It was actually a business trip. I stayed at the
hotel where we’ll be hosting our big meeting in 2006, met my contact there, and walked through the conference space. I also went to the
Field Museum to observe a
caterer as it prepared for a formal dinner for 1,300 people. A co-worker of mine who is on the planning committee for this conference volunteered to join me there, as she is not only a Chicago native, but also has actually catered events at the Field!
She was a tremendous tour guide and font of event knowledge. I got to see the
Magnificent Mile, including the
only buildings left standing after the Chicago fire, lots of great architecture, and more stores than should be legal on one road. We also wandered through lots of cool neighborhoods, including the little one that
Wrigley Field is plopped right in the middle of. I had already seen
Soldier Field because it’s directly across the street from the Field Museum. It looks like a space ship crashed into a Roman temple. But I digress. She also shared a couple small-but-fantastic eateries, one for Saturday dinner and one for
Sunday breakfast (mmm, Smoked Salmon Benedict, yum).
Despite being a mere 24 hours long (I arrived at the Sheraton at noon on Saturday, and was back at the
airport by noon on Sunday), it was a good trip. My feet are a bit sore, and I had a killer muscle cramp in my right calf, but it’s all good. And yes, Chicago being windy in the meteorological sense (as well as the political one), my nose was roughened from all the blowing and my lips chapped. I’m keeping
Wyeth and
Proctor and Gamble in business.
I am already booking another trip to
Chicago in February (whose idea was
that?) to see another caterer in action, and actually get to taste food from them and the one from this past weekend. If only the convention I’m attending in
Hawaii was after my February visit to Chicago. I know... boo-hoo, poor Kelly has to go to Hawaii in January.
Lunch is over. Back to work! Didn't even get in a game of
Bejeweled. Oh well.
Well, in his defense, it wasn't actually Jose. And it wasn't single-handed. You see, I had a slumber party with my long-time friend, Rina, last night. Her husband was at a conference and her daughter was at her own slumber party, and Rina invited me over for dinner, margaritas, and Wii. Ted would be in bed before 8:00pm anyway, and with my plans in place, even he went out for early drinks with a friend before hitting the hay.
