Quick hits…
I've been in New York City & Brooklyn for the last few days, which is always a trip. I've been told that Brooklyn is a borough and actually officially part of NYC, but it also has 3 million residents, which seems a little big for a "neighborhood" to me. Anyway I've been in town for a Get Your Guts In Gear strategic planning session (all day Friday) and annual in person board meeting (all day Saturday), both of which went very well. There was some discussion about trying to do something this (Saturday) evening, but honestly I'm exhausted, so I think we'll find somewhere close to have dinner and call it a day early.
New York is a unique place, I mean if you're a west coast guy like me, you grew up seeing this place on TV and in the movies. You see the stereotypes of the "Italian Guy", and the "Street Vendor", the "Crazy Subway person" but then you get here and realize that they're all based on real people. I didn't get the "subway guy" this trip (I did last trip though) but I did go to lunch at a little deli run by two women who you'd swear just got off the Sopranos' set. I mean right out of Central Casting. Highly amusing…
Last NYC thing… I respect that public transportation system that New York has but had never ridden the subway at rush hour till this trip. Yikes. There was literally no place to move or go, you just get on, hang on and try to get off at your exit. It made me wonder about summer, it gets hot in NYC, so you get all these hot, sweaty people crammed into a little metal tube. That has got to be uncomfortable to as the least. Yikes.
I heard a great dating story that I have to share – Women goes on a 1st date / blind date with a guy for dinner and drinks. The date is going well and drinks turns into a far amount of drinks, or as she put it "smashed". So they had back towards her place and stop at a local dive pub near her apartment. They order a round when he decides to go to the restroom. She sits there for a minute or two, wonders what she's doing in this bar of all places, gets and pays the tab and heads home, completely forgetting about her date. The guy comes back from the restroom, sits down thinking that maybe she had gone to the restroom, and waits for her return. After about 15 minutes he asks the bartender if he knows what happened to the women he had come in with. "Yeah, she paid the bill and left". D'oh! The post script is that they ended up dating for a couple of years after that. And women wonder why guys get confused…
Finally medical news – Part of the joy have having IBD is regular colonoscopies, and while anything that would make that easier would be a welcome relief, I'm really not fond of the idea of putting "self-propelled devices" in there. Some things I don't want done by robots, "3 laws" or no…
