Yep, I’m here. Exhausted, but here.
The hotel is pretty durn nice. You can tell because, rather than hand soap, my bathroom has a small, wrapped “cleansing bar.” Similarly, the stuff in the shower stall is a “massage bar” because it’s raised on one side. Classy stuff.
But seriously, it’s a Hyatt right by The Arch, and it’s quite nice. I actually have a room to myself for a night thanks to a misunderstanding that caused a scheduling snafu with my mom and her DF. As of tomorrow, I’ll be bunking with my mom, and we’ll sit around and eat unhealthy snacks… when we’re not in a mad dash to sessions and receptions.
The one downside to this whole setup is that I can’t really unpack today. So tonight will be a game of “How much do I really want this item vs how much do I want to repack the suitcase?” That’s a fun game for the whole family!
At the moment, all I want to do is nap… or eat. My body has never been good at telling those two apart. I’ve been up since 5:45 a.m. and didn’t even bother trying to sleep on the plane, as it’s always a losing proposition. I’m waiting for Mom to get back from her session with MP Dunleavey doing some sort of advice thing that I’m sure I could have remembered/described on a full night’s sleep.
Once she’s back, I think food is the order of the day. So far, I’ve had peanuts and Powerade. For now, I’m going to attempt a nap.
Hopefully, I’ll have witty observations after some rest. In the meantime, I will point out the weirdness of having a personal finance convention in a hotel with it’s own Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse.