In spite of the 10,000 count bedsheets, the daily maid service, the turndown service (does one really need someone to turn down the covers?), the magical obsequious hotel staff that memorized my name on the first day (how do they do that? I can't even remember half the time), the daily happy hour tuna tartare (ok, I already miss that); I'm really glad to be home to my Ikea sheets that I turn down myself, my dusty floors, and my resident kitten-staff who couldn't care less what my name is--he just wants to be glued to me.
The show was fine. I wrote fewer orders than last year so it's good that I did the NY show as well. The orders I wrote however were larger, and the pieces people were ordering are larger--a definite change from the past.
The new image and first examples of a new line got a very positive response, so my confidence is stronger.
I saved the money I would have spent on in-room Internet in favor of spending it on martini's after each day. So sorry mom, I didn't blog. It went like this:
walk to show
turn on booth lights
show (talk, write, happy to see familiar faces)
turn off booth lights
walk back to hotel
tuna tartar x 2 ($5 happy hour price!)
back to room
And that's my exotic life of the past week.
ps. Turn down service doesn't include chocolate on the pillow anymore, just a little bottle of water. I was disappointed.