Home Sweet Home

I'm finally back in London. After about 3 weeks traveling with a 4 day break, I'm so happy to be back. It was great to be able to see all my friends in New York and DC, and of course my family, but being back in my apartment and knowing that I'm back into my routine is great.

So my company's conference in San Francisco was a big hit. San Francisco is a really fun city. I unfortunately didn't get to see any of it except for the Conference center, my hotel, the City Hall, and Ruby Skye/Slide (a club). Our CEO is a morning person, so when we are at conference he expects everyone else to be as well. So we had 6 am meetings 3/4 days - the first day was a 7 am meeting. As you can imagine, having to get up at 4:45 limits your fun levels the night before. However, the last night everyone pretty much just says, screw it, its our last night, let's have a blast. Tuesday was the last evening we had to be there, so we started the day with the 6 am breakfast meeting, worked all day, and then at 5:30 headed to the evening entertainment to help set up. The evening entertainment was at Ruby Skye and Slide, two club/bars next to each other. Slide used to be a speakeasy, so to get into it you go down this crazy slide, hence, Slide. So we help set up, go back to the hotel, get changed, and then head back to Ruby Skye. *It should be noted that the conference is for finance people, so imagine 2,000 35-65 year olds at one of the hottest clubs in San Fran.* Ok, so the bar is flowing, people are socializing, and then the 70s and 80s cover band comes out. They were all dolled up in wigs and costumes and were hysterical. They were dropping a few f bombs and hitting on random women in the audience, so our meeting planner had a nervous smile on her face the whole time, while our CEO was (thankfully) laughing. So the band is playing and a ton of the attendees hit the dance floor. Let me just say, if the night ended then, it would have been entertainment enough for me. It was hysterical. I can't even describe it. One man looked like he had lost use of his shoulders and was just turning his hips so his arms went flailing around while he dragged his feet across the dance floor. Another woman looked like she was trying to dance big enough to save dance space for 5 people. And she wasn't. My co-workers and I (aged 25-35) were all standing at the edge of the dance floor just staring at the attendees dancing, pointing random ones that were getting especially down, and hysterically laughing. It was quite the site. At least they were having fun. I know I look just as/if not more ridiculous when I'm dancing, so I shouldn't really talk.

So the party starts winding down, we head over to Slide to go down the slide, and then a bunch of my co-workers and I headed to a rooftop bar where WE all started dancing and getting down. Most of my co-workers were dancing very well, but let's be honest, nothing beats a good Jersey fist pump. That party wound down between 1 and 2, and then we all were up again at 4:45 for the final breakfast meeting. At 4:30 I hopped on the plane and headed home.

The flight was amazing because I wore those bose headphones my parents got me for my birthday. Amazing. I slept for 6 hours and that never happens on a flight for me. It could also have to do with the fact that I was exhausted, but either way. I got home and found my bathroom ceiling leaking and dripping, so that wasn't ideal, but hopefully (fingers crossed) my incompetent landlord will be able to get that taken care of by Monday. FYI - If you live in London and you are looking for a new agent, DO NOT USE Northfields. They are useless. We have had a broken dishwasher for almost 4 months. I've never worked with a company that has been so ridiculous and worthless.

Hopefully this weekend I'll be able to look at some new places since my lease is up next month! Until then, I'm in recovery mode. Lots of sleep and not a lot of talking so I can lose this Sophia Bush thing I've got going on.