Champagne...In a Can

Yesterday was an incredible day…I woke up in SB, took care of some stuff, received good news, drove to Chicagoland, went to 6 straight hours of meetings, left the hospital, drove to the train depot, and hopped on the train bound for Millennium Station. I had my first "date" with my new group of networking friends in Chicago. We picked a swanky, if loud, place to meet in the Loop. When I read the online reviews of the place, it said a lot of "drunk day traders" go there. Perfect! Really, though, it was just the late-20's and early-30's after-work crowd.

However, I made the mistake of not bringing my gym shoes, so I hobbled down Randolph in my heels (cursing the fact that I wore my uncomfortable heels and just ran out of the band-aid stash I keep in my purse).

Oh well, blisters heal, right?

I made some valuable contacts with these new friends (who are all in similar roles in their respective hospitals) and we compared our experiences so far. Personally, I think I have the best deal, as I get to define the path I take and then make it happen. These all folks must adhere to a strict schedule and structure and do lots of analytical work. Blech. I'd rather be in scrubs watching deliveries and/or open heart surgeries after I hit my quota of administrative meetings.

Oh, and in addition to actually having a weekday social life in the Loop, I even got to try champagne in a can. It had a little Hi-C "bendy" straw. It felt posh if not a little pretentious!