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Well, I started the day at 6:15am, packing my suitcases. I then took my stuff down and checked out of the hotel. I decided to walk through the underground bit of the city to the meeting venue for our last day. Thank all the gods. I am burnt crispy-fried. Once I am able to sleep I will sleep for a good long while.
Tear down went fairly smoothly until we were told by Manon that we would have to leave for the airport four hours before the flight. Evening traffic, and the friday before a week-long holiday of some kind made the airport a very busy place. She was right, it took about 45 minutes to get there, and once there the lines were starting to get ridiculously long.
We got through checkpoint after checkpoint, customs just before security. About forty five minutes of queue after queue we are spit out into the international terminal. We stop to have a bite to eat and we see numbers of people who were at the meeting - some of who stopped at our table and ate (or drank) with us.
MB's flight to DC had a number of people we knew and I sat with them as their flight was supposed to leave over an hour before mine. It didn't. So we sat and sat and sat. They boarded at about the time my flight was supposed to leave, and we boarded right after them (30 minutes late).
Now when I am at a meeting, it is like being in a bubble. No news reaches us. I *knew* part of a tunnel had collapsed in Boston, but not which one, or exactly when. Ted Williams tunnel from the airport is closed. so after a brief tour of east and south Boston, I finally hit the expressway around eleven fifteen.
Then, reeling from exhaustion as I am, I *thank* the guy at the toll booth for taking my dollar. I *THANKED* him. I pay him, and he ends up the one thanked! What is wrong with me? He should be thanking me! Other than being completely wiped by the last week working fourteen-to-sixteen hour days (I emailed something for work at 12:24 this morning, just before bed.).
Ah, well... as rants go this is very much the silly.
Montreal was pretty, and the chinatown area has some great restaurants. But it was still a city with all the noise that implies.
Bedtime for me before I stop making sense, I am already rambling enough.
Tear down went fairly smoothly until we were told by Manon that we would have to leave for the airport four hours before the flight. Evening traffic, and the friday before a week-long holiday of some kind made the airport a very busy place. She was right, it took about 45 minutes to get there, and once there the lines were starting to get ridiculously long.
We got through checkpoint after checkpoint, customs just before security. About forty five minutes of queue after queue we are spit out into the international terminal. We stop to have a bite to eat and we see numbers of people who were at the meeting - some of who stopped at our table and ate (or drank) with us.
MB's flight to DC had a number of people we knew and I sat with them as their flight was supposed to leave over an hour before mine. It didn't. So we sat and sat and sat. They boarded at about the time my flight was supposed to leave, and we boarded right after them (30 minutes late).
Now when I am at a meeting, it is like being in a bubble. No news reaches us. I *knew* part of a tunnel had collapsed in Boston, but not which one, or exactly when. Ted Williams tunnel from the airport is closed. so after a brief tour of east and south Boston, I finally hit the expressway around eleven fifteen.
Then, reeling from exhaustion as I am, I *thank* the guy at the toll booth for taking my dollar. I *THANKED* him. I pay him, and he ends up the one thanked! What is wrong with me? He should be thanking me! Other than being completely wiped by the last week working fourteen-to-sixteen hour days (I emailed something for work at 12:24 this morning, just before bed.).
Ah, well... as rants go this is very much the silly.
Montreal was pretty, and the chinatown area has some great restaurants. But it was still a city with all the noise that implies.
Bedtime for me before I stop making sense, I am already rambling enough.
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