2004-10-28 - 3:19 p.m.

Woo hooo. Boston finally won the World Series. Now can all the Yankee fans shut up about that stupid curse? Please? I didn’t watch the game but I was lying in bed last night around 11:30ish and heard a collective explosion of, “Woooooooooo!” I said to P that Boston must have just won the World Series. I turned on the TV to see them celebrate. I actually hoped they would win. Such a scrappy bunch of guys though, Jesus, buy a razor. One of the players was being interviewed afterward and when asked how he felt, his response was, “well, you know. We had a feeling that we were going to make history. We knew that we were going to get the job done. It just feels great to be the best team in the world.” In the whole world? Really? Amazing how the American team always wins the World Series isn’t it? I think that actually goes back longer then the curse of the Bambino. Has any other country ever won? Is there some mad rivalry between the States and say… Venezuela?
I have been in Chicago for the past couple of days for work. Good times were had and too much wine was drunk. The whole point was to go and network with people that could potentially spend money with me. There I was working the room like rent was due. It was all about kissing hands and shaking babies.
One of the Japanese companies had a sushi and sake reception directly after the first day. This my friends is where libbyfish started on a path of destruction. Open bars are tricky. It’s kind of like college students that “pre-party” before going to a bar in order to spend less money. However, you notice that everyone does it at a cocktail reception. Who drinks nine glasses of wine in an hour if they are paying for it? Ok, let me clarify right now that I did not, in fact, have nine glasses of wine. I just want to avoid the emails that condemning me as an alcoholic. I only had six.
Because I am nothing but honest with the handful of loyal readers, I will tell you of my drunken foibles. It is a well-known fact that when libbyfish is drunk, she wants to sing. There was a band playing all sorts of crazy tunes and one of my colleagues asked the band if I could sing. As I said a drunken libbyfish wants to sing… BUT NOT TO AN AUDIENCE!! This was not something I wanted to do but felt forced into and as I make the long walk to the stage I forgot all the words to the song they wanted me to sing. How embarrassing is that? This was a live band with a live audience and no teleprompter to offer words if I flub. I felt like that creepy Asian kid on American Idol.
Clearly it was time to go back to my room. Somehow in my drunken stupor I was able to wash my face, brush my teeth, hang up my suit and get into jammies, but did not set the alarm. Thankfully, housekeeping came barging in at the time I was meant to get up. Lucky me although I think I scared the shit out of her when she saw me still sleeping. “Oh I am so sorry, so sorry…” and backed out of the room. Although when I saw my reflection I would have backed out as well. I had crazy hair and pillow creases in my face… not my best look.
We flew out that night. I was on the same flight as the guys so we shared a cab to Midway. I think our cab driver took us the scenic route and when I say scenic I mean the ghetto route. We must have passed 50 taquerias. Midway might actually be the skeeviest airport I have ever had the pleasure to be in. When we walked in the woman at the desk said our flight had been canceled. Then she waited a whole three minutes to tell us that they had taken the liberty of putting us on a different flight and lucky us, we were all subject to the full body cavity search. I swear EVERY time I go to Chicago I get the search. It was actually quite funny when it was J’s turn to get checked the lady put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves and snapped them at the wrist for effect.
The flight was fine even though it was on ghetto air. I had all three seats to myself. There was a Japanese couple sitting directly behind me that had never been to New York. As they were busy pointing out the landmarks visible, I had a long look at the skyline. It never fails to impress me. I just really love this city. I sometimes have these Mary Tyler Moore moments and want to throw my hat up into the air. But really why would you do that? What if it landed in dog pee?

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