Greetings from San Francisco…the city that never pays less than $6.20 for a cup of coffee.
I am in bed. Still. Even though it’s about 2 PM Boston time. Blame the bed here at the Marriott.
When I’m home, I can’t convince myself to spend a thousand bucks on bed and bedding. When I’m in a nice hotel, lounging in a king-sized pillowtop with nice sheets, pillows, duvet, blankets — okay, there’s a lot of stuff on this bed that I don’t know the names of — I realize that I’m an ass.
(But by the time I get back home next week, the Marriott bed’s reality distortion field will have collapsed, and I’ll once again recognize that a man who falls asleep on the sofa as many nights as I do probably isn’t going to get a cheerful return on invesment with a purchase like that.)
For now…I’m prepared to lounge like either a caliph or a concubine on high-threadcount sheets. This is Bad. Macworld Expo (or any other really big show like it) is supremely tense because I feel like I should be getting things done every single second. Even when I’m not doing actual work, well, I’m in San Francisco! I should be going out there and revisiting favorite haunts and discovering new ones! Why am I grabbing a takeout sandwich across the street when I could be dining at the fabulous culinary hotspot known as In-N-Out Burger?
For all my laziness this morning, I did manage to have a full day. Was picked up from the airport by a pal, had a Mexican lunch that couldn’t be beat, copped a free ride to my hotel, realized to my delight that I wasn’t nearly as wrecked a I thought I’d be (after a 2 AM departure and no sleep except what I got on the plane), so made a quick trip back to Japantown for an assault on the Way Cool Stationery Store At The Mall, copped a quick nap and then met another pal for a dinner of tapas that coudn’t be beat, followed by a quick tour of the Castro.
And there was even a small bit of Business. I now have a piece of information that will put a big damned smile on the face of any Apple fan. Just a big, fist-pumping expression of glee.
No, I can’t tell you what it is.
Yes, I’m just a big no-fun jerk.
See, before I was told this thing, I agreed to go off the record. Then I was told that thing, and I immediately said that I took back what I said about going off the record because this was just too damned cool. But…a promise is indeed a promise. I wouldn’t even be saying this much if I hadn’t cleared it first.
I suppose I ought to get out of bed and Do Stuff. I’ve gotten through the morning email — lots of “So, are we meeting, or what?” sort of stuff — so I’m technically free to go. I do need to hit the hardware store and an Officemax or something to supply up for the week.
Other than that…food folks and fun are the order of the day. Ideally this will involve only the spirit of the McDonalds’ ad campaign and not the venue or the food.