A Long Day

Flying across the Atlantic, from Chicago to London. Landing in London, taking a train and cab to the Waldorf (not as amazing as it sounds), then waiting for my bags (mistake) for 45 minute, a quick run, then racing to meet my boss for a one on one meeting.

Fortunately I snagged some nachos at the hotel because I had a bar when I landed in London, and then didn’t have time for anything else. After the one on one, it was two hours of keynote practice, which went bad at first, but pretty good by the end. I’ll need to go over it a few more times in the morning, but that should be OK.

That finished, but I didn’t have a chance to do much else except get a drink in the bar, and slowly watch the charge on my phone go down as I waited for a brand consultant to get into town. I had a dinner meeting with her, and it was good, but didn’t get back to the hotel until 10:30.

A long, long day, and I’m not even sure how long I was up or asleep. At least I had a whole row of three seats to myself and got some rest on the way over.

Now a long day tomorrow, presenting all day before a dinner meeting with my boss and then a train to Heathrow.

This is a crazy trip.