There’ll be a lotta posts this week; wanted to give you a heads up.
Just got back from giving a talk about a narrow aspect of Intellectual Property for the Barcelona, Málaga, and Paris Bar Associations for their Third Annual Art and Law Conference (Séminaire international Art et Droit / Arte y Derecho).
As a rulea thumb, try to keep my professional life separate from this blog but sometimes y’can’t.
Stay over with the rents the night before cause it’s easier to head out to the airport from there plus it gives me an excuse to have dinner with them. Heartgirl’s been to Paris for work a buncha times so I’m going by my lonely.
It’s 05:45 when my eyes pop open on their own.
Her: Morning! I would have woken you up.
Me: (laughing) Morning, mom. I’m always awake.
Her: You should bring a sweater. You might get cold.
Me: (rolling eyes) I won’t be cold. It’s summer.
Have a cup of coffee, a spoonful of peanut butter, and a banana and I’m off.
Two hours later, I’m putting back on on my shoes and belt and heading to gate 5 to catch a 777 to London. Reserved my favourite seat on that particular plane, seat 41G, but spoke to the lady at the desk anyway.
Me: Is there anyone sitting next to me?
Her: (looking) Um…not at the moment.
Me: Now, if I asked really nicely, could we keep it that way somehow?
Her: (laughs) I’ll see what I can do.
Have the row to myself and lay out all my stuff. Work on my presentation and then a story idea. Eight hours later, I’m in Heathrow. Make my way outta customs and step outside.
Hell’s bells, it’s freezing here. Note to self: Listen to your mom.
Him: Have y’self a good stay!
30 minutes later, after I’d checked in and had a nice hot shower, realize that I forgot the UK power adapter I’ve got at home. Dammit. The hotel workman points me to a vending machine that sells it for £7.00. Technology’s grand, isn’t it?
Pass out knowing that my tapped out mac and mobile’ll be waiting for me, charged and ready the next morning.
G’night, citizensa the interwebs. See y’tomorrow?