I've been on four business trips in my life. All for the exact same conference. And each time the hotel has been on the tad bit fancy side. Like Four Pillows To A Bed fancy! The nice, businessy and/or resorty, conference-centery hotels were in Toronto, Tucson, Nashville and now Washington DC. (Side note: Technically not DC proper. More like National Harbor, MD, the Town-Formerly-Known-As-Oxon Hill. Just saved maybe one of you some grief if you're thinking of plugging "National Harbor" into an old GPS. Wait. Old GPS? I thought those were called maps. Hiyoooooo! Thank you, I'll be here all week. Because I fly out Friday.)
Last night some of my co-workers and I took a lovely, humid, accidental mosquito-ingesting tour of the Lincoln Memorial. Give it up for Abe:
We listened to a Park Ranger do an interesting, rote speech about Lincoln while ignoring the loud-whispering woman trying to get her eye-rolling kids to pose for pictures in front of a column next to him. The kids were getting annoyed with her because they wanted to listen to the guide. I liked those kids.
Amenities of Room 807: Historical Society Pamphlet Fans. Doors Without Numbers. Swampside Suite.
