Denver - Christmas Day

I awoke with a start in the wee hours of the morning -- I had forgotten that there was a videoconference scheduled in my bedroom for exactly that time, and if I didn't hurry, I would be caught sleeping in bed when everyone else dialed in to resume negotiations.  I scrambled out into the living room and sat down on a sofa, wondering how long the call would last before I could go back to bed. 

Then I realized that it was absurd for there to be a conference call at 3:00am on Christmas Day in Amanda's guest room.  So I went back to bed.

Then at 7:00am I awoke with a start and opened my laptop to start working on an issues list for the contracts that we would be negotiating today.  I figured it was a crappy way to start one's Christmas, by working, but at least this way I might be done by the time Amanda woke up.  Funny thing, though, how the email chain that I'd received during the night instructing me to create the issues list didn't seem to be in my inbox anymore.

That's because I'd dreamt it.  So I went back to bed.  Again.  And resolved that, regardless of any assignments (real or imagined) that I might receive today, I simply wasn't going to work on them.

Because it was Christmas! 

After my second work misfire, I couldn't fall asleep agin -- and since it was a glorious, sunny day with pristine new-fallen snow everywhere, I decided to get up.  I lit a fire in the living room and settled down on the sofa with my copy of Les Miserables.  At 530 pages into the first volume, Jean Valjean was finally on the verge of rescuing Cosette from the Thenardiers. 

Eventually Amanda got up and surprised me with a stocking full of wonderful little goodies that "Santa" had left the night before.  Then we made breakfast.  Amanda made quiche with spinach, bacon and cheddar cheese . . .

while I made some of Lady's French toast . . .

all of which was delicious.

By the time we had cleaned up breakfast, it was time for today's main event:  Les Miserables!

Despite my not having finished the book, the movie opened today in theaters, and we had tickets to see it this afternoon.  We waited in line, jostled with folks who didn't understand the concepts of lines, and ended up with excellent seats in the giant auditorium. 

The movie was essentially the Broadway musical, but with a few cuts here and some expansions there.  It was inevitably over-the-top and grandiose, but it's a story that calls for nothing less -- and it was thrilling to see what the movie form could do that the stage version couldn't.  By and large the actors (with the exception of Russell Crowe) were strong singers and well cast, and the storytelling swift and effective.  I missed the depth of the novel (though not the hundreds of pages spent on irrelevant side notes), but the tale was still powerful enough to render me an emotional wreck from the time Jean Valjean sang "Bring Him Home" until the end.

Now we're back at home, winding down the day.  I fly out to Utah tomorrow for the next leg of holiday visits, so in a minute I will need to go pack my bags.  It has been a quick trip, but very pleasant and much appreciated.  Merry Christmas!

Denver - White Christmas

It's rare that the weather cooperates and does exactly what it should at the moment it should be done.  But last night that happened! 

After a relaxed and uneventful Christmas Eve Day, Amanda and I went downtown for dinner at a new restaurant called Le Grand Bistro & Oyster Bar.  We ordered oysters and soup and hearty winter fare to warm us against the plummeting temperatures outside.
 

Kumamoto oysters from California, and
Bar Cats oysters from Chesapeake Bay

Roast beets, arugula, herbs, candied walnuts, cured foie gras

Lamb shank, raosted root vegetables, fried goat cheese & mint fritter, lamb jus

Red wine poached pears, almond custard, rosemary crème fraîche

Following dinner, we walked across the street to see the closing night performance of Irving Berlin's White Christmas at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts.

 

If you're familiar with the play (or the Bing Crosby movie it's based on), you'll know that its most famous song is "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" and that the story ends happily when it finally snows on Christmas Eve. 

 

As we left the theatre, we were delighted to see that, as if on cue, it was snowing outside as it had been on stage -- we would have our very own white Christmas!

 

 

Denver - Tableau vivant

It was late on Christmas Eve when Amanda and I posted our tableau vivant Nativity scene.  We considered taking a few minutes to wish our readers Merry Christmas and offer some cheery words about the birth of Our Lord, but we were sleepy and decided to let the image speak for itself.

Then we remembered all of our art history classes and realized that, while a picture may speak for itself, it's hard to predict what it will say.  I mean, what if the Christmas motif was just a vehicle or a symbol for some other message?  Like, we're having a child out of wedlock without even violating the law of chastity!  Or, we're moving to Egypt!  Or, look how many scarves Amanda has!

Hehehe.  We decided to let it simmer overnight. 

Truth is, none of those messages was intended (except maybe the last one -- girl has a gazillion scarves) -- our tableau is just a straightforward representation of the Savior's birth as it would have looked if someone like, say, Wes Anderson had been art director instead of Saint Luke.

It's a powerful composition, one that can tell us a lot about the meaning of life and spirituality and the stuff in Amanda's apartment.  Let's take the elements one by one:

First, you have the new father, who, at great risk to life and limb, has just accomplished his first swaddling and is now wondering, "Is it bad for my eternal salvation if I am allergic to the Baby Jesus?"













(It's worth observing, too, how Joseph's scarf is wrapped in the traditional Moroccan manner, which suggests that, in addition to being a humble carpenter, he also has traveled widely during his university years.)

Then there is the Virgin Mary, who is just happy they made it to the stable in time -- and who also has no intention of letting Joseph out of swaddling duty, "allergies" or no.

To Mary's left (our right) stand the three wise men.  One of them looks a lot like William Shakespeare, but if you look closely, you can see that the resemblance is only in the head.  The other one actually is Sancho Panza -- apparently he was kind of a big deal in the Middle East before he moved to Spain and started hanging out with Don Quixote.  As for the black king (who is black because one of the kings is always black), nobody knows what is name is or where he came from -- based on skin color, some historians posit that he is from Africa, but that theory fails to account for his obviously Asian elephant.

Swinging around the front of the table, we encounter a black rectangle that, from the rear, looks like an iPhone.  But that would be anachronistic, because iPhones didn't exist at the time of Our Lord and Savior's birth.  Instead, it's a digital portal that allows Joseph and Mary to see Jeanette-Isabella, who went to get a torch and, in so doing, became the first Olympic torchbearer in history.

Although Jeanette-Isabella's important contribution is still
celebrated in song, she is often omitted from the traditional nativity scene. 
I asume that is due to a sense of disappointment among the apostles
for her choosing a pony-tail instead of a sleeker up-do.

On the other side of the stable, we find the famous shepherds who were keeping watch with their flocks by night. Or, more accurately, two shepherdesses who belong to a latino-russian women's cooperative that raises miniature llamas for their wool.  The Latina shepherdess is clearly enjoying Christ's birth (her family has been Catholic for generations), but her Russian colleague seems to be more focused on the babe in the mirror than the Heavenly Babe.  (She later came to grief when she forgot to fill up on oil before the wedding feast.) 

Note the ever-attentive sheepcat keeping an eye on
the one straying from the ninety-and-nine.

Hovering over the entire scene is an angel, which symbolizes the actual angel who announced the birth of Christ to the shepherdesses.

Don't be thrown by its resemblance to a wooden bird -- some angels
take on alternate identities for security reasons

As we consider each of these elements that make up one of the most iconic gatherings of all time, we should reflect on the value of family and the blessings that we receive daily from on high.  And we should recognize that it all could have turned out very differently.  For example, Joseph could have had a seizure and died from his baby allergies, leaving Mary to raise her child alone . . .
 

Or, the angel with the lilly could have made the Annunciation to the wrong half of the couple, resulting in an even stranger single-parent situation (because what woman would marry a pregnant man, even if the conception was immaculate?) . . .

Or, we could have ended up at the wrong stable altogether and given a lot of unwanted attention to a couple struggling to cope with the fact that they had just given birth to a demon cat.
 

But again, none of those things happened -- and for that we are all eternally grateful.  So, joy to the world, and to all a good night.

Denver - Christmas Eve

 

Denver - Productive and leisurely

It's a good thing I went to church last Sunday and heard the Christmas message then -- because that sure didn't happen today.  Instead, I slept until 10am (nine hours of sleep! in a row!) and spent the rest of the day being moderately productive and 100% on holiday -- in both senses of the word:  I relished the feeling of being on vacation and was finally able to get into the spirit of the Christmas holiday.

The productive part came early, in the form of Christmas shopping.  Amanda needed to pick up one last gift from this quirky store full of ecclectic oddities and hipsters with facial hair.  While Amanda made her purchase, I perused the shelves and came away with a Peruvian butterfly and a cloisonne vase.  As the clerk wrapped the butterfly for me, he assured me that it came from a no-kill butterfly ranch in Peru that was run by a father and son team -- the butterfly had therefor lived a full and happy life and wasn't pinned to the glass until after it had died in its bed surrounded by loved ones.  He also threw a handful of shiny crystal fragments into the box ("for effect") before closing it.  I stifled a laugh and looked around to see if the Portlandia camera crew was hiding in the corner.

Morpho didius

 

And, before you start judging me for going Christmas shopping and buying things for myself, I will also say that I may or may not have gone to other stores and purchased other items for other people.  Either way, we ended up at the Tattered Cover book store, where we sat and read and soaked in the wonderful atmosphere of a good independent book store. 

 

Moi, reading How To Be a Woman
(which, lest you wonder, was a sort of feminist memoir/essay,
 as opposed to an actual "how to" guide)

Amanda opted for the new Lemony Snicket book

From the bookstore, we wandered over to Cholon, a nearby restaurant where we had dinner reservations.  The service was fantastic and the food, which seemed to belong in the Asian/Southwestern fusion style, was good -- and by "good" I mean perfectly adequate but not extraordinary.  My favorite part was the sauces; my least favorite part was how the menu didn't really give us a good sense of how big each plate would be -- we ended up over-ordering.

 

Giant rice cake with salsa

Pork-belly potstickers with ginger mustard

Duck spring rolls with cilantro yogurt

Celery root soup with miso butterscotch, Asian pear and green apples

Seared salmon with miso-buttered corn and shitake vinaigrette

Sauteed brussels sprouts with ground pork and mint

 

Yellow curry mussels with pork belly and French fries

 

With happy tummies full of food, we walked over to the Denver Center for the Performing Arts to see the Nutcracker.  It has been years since the last time I'd seen the Nutcracker performed live, and I had forgotten just how much fun it was.  All the beauty of ballet, plus the fun and energy of the holidays -- there's nothing better than seeing all those little girls in the audience dressed up in their best dresses, clearly wishing that they could be Clara!

 

For normal people, the night would have ended after the ballet.  But no -- in true AJW/JJD style, we decided to make it a double-header tonight:  After the ballet, we went to a nearby cinema and saw The Hobbit in 3D.  Because Wizards and dwarves are kind of Christmasy, right?

 

 

 

 

 

Denver - Sweet familiarity

Welp, I made it to Denver.  The trip went fine -- but talk about over the river and through the woods! 

At 6:45am we were still sitting in the New York conference room negotiating, and I was starting to despair of catching the 8:00am train back to DC.  But then the partner leaned over and signalled for me to leave.  I wasn't going to make him signal twice:  I packed up my things and tiptoed out the back of the room. 

From there I raced back to the hotel (and its undisturbed bed!) to pack my suitcase and settle the bill.  Fifteen minutes later I was in a cab, heading across town to Penn Station.  Once there, I pulled up the reservation that my secretary had made the day before, printed my ticket and boarded the train.

I managed to stay awake on the train long enough to order breakfast (gotta love first class!) but was already asleep by the time it came.  The poor attendant had to wake me up to hand me my omelette and Perrier.  I swallowed a few bites, enough to take the edge off my hunger, and promptly fell back to sleep.  I didn't rejoin the land of the living until we pulled into DC's Union Station two hours and forty-five minutes later -- oh, glorious sleep!

I then had just under two hours to get home, shower, repack my suitcase for a week's vacation out West, water my plants, and get to the airport for my flight to Denver.  I certainly had no time to spare, and thankfully it ended up being less of a scramble than I'd anticipated.  I arrived at the terminal with a few minutes to spare -- enough to have a bite to eat, but not enough to fall back to sleep.

The flights themselves were a blur.  Seriously, I've never slept so soundly in a plane in my life!  By the time I landed in Denver, I felt more rested than I had in days. 

Amanda picked me up at the airport and we headed back to her place after a quick dinner on the road.  Then, as we always do, we sat in the living room and talked for a couple of hours.  With our separate busy lives, we haven't really talked that much since Morocco last summer.  It has been really great to see her and catch up on things that we've been doing.

One of the things I like most about our friendship is the richness and depth of familiarity that we have.  After thirteen years of friendship, we've done a lot together, created many shared memories and common experiences.  It's fun to be in her apartment and see things that remind me of the early years in Salt Lake all the way through our big international trips to Turkey, Peru and Morocco.  Even more than that, I appreciate the thoughtful things she does to make me feel welcome.  I especially love that she put fresh flowers in the guest bathroom!

She knows me so well!

Superpowers, and so can you

It was 5:00am when the parties reconvened to resume negotiations. None of us had slept for at least 24 hours; the mood was grim. As the other side filed into the conference room, the first thing out of their mouth was:

"Man, you guys look terrible! Well, except for you," pointing at me, "you look great!" All heads turn to look at me. "What's your secret?"

My secret? Well, for one, I have superpowers.

And I've also got some really good operating rules for how to look my best while sleep-deprived. Here are the top four:

1. What you wear matters. You're always going to look incrementally worse after working all night than you did before working all night. So if you sense an all-nighter on the horizon, you should start out wearing colors you know you look good in, even at your worst (my default is blue and white) and a style that is at least one notch up from what you'd normally do. That way you end up looking normal, while everyone else looks worse than normal. (For example, I went into last night sporting a natty bow-tie/blazer combination rather than the standard business casual.)

2. So does how you wear it. By 3am, you're going to be tired and uncomfortable. But that's no reason to let yourself fall apart! Do not take off your tie or unbutton your collar or let your shirt come untucked or mess with your hair. You can roll up your cuffs, but that's it. Also, don't slouch.

3. Say yes to drugs. Whenever I'm super tired, I get headaches and cold symptoms (or, if I already have a cold, it gets worse). So I self-medicate early and aggressively to keep myself from falling apart physically.

4. Eye drops. Always have a bottle of maximum-strength eye drops in your bag (and this really is just a good life rule, even if you're not pulling all-nighters). Apply liberally and frequently, especially a few minutes before you see someone from whom you'd like to dissimulate your tiredness. (That's what I did last night -- as soon as I learned that discussions were resuming, I ducked into the men's room to freshen up with another round of drops.)

You're welcome, and good luck developing your superpowers.

Picture this

Late stages of negotiations for a major deal with a professional sports team: 

3:30am.  Law firm conference room.  Seven people waiting around a table made to seat 25 people.  Papers and cups and laptops everywhere.

One guy is dozing with his feet on the table.  Two are staring blankly at their computer screens.  One woman is watching "Epic Fail" videos on YouTube and laughing hysterically out loud at people falling into port-a-potties.  Two guys are playing each other in an online game of Scrabble.

Me? 

I'm reading Les Miserables in French.  Wearing a bow-tie and a blue blazer.

Because of course I am.

Nuit blanche

The message at 10:00am this morning: 

"It's Friday before a holiday weekend, and we've got people who need to leave for family and vacation.  Let's get as much done as we can before 6:00pm, and then we'll break and wrap things up when people are back in town."

The message at 10:00pm tonight:

"We're not stopping, and no one is leaving until they absolutely have to leave for the airport."

It's now after 2:30am and everyone is still here; there's no sign of anyone's going anywhere anytime soon.  I've worked nearly 40 hours in the last two days (and the lawyers on the other side have worked even more than that).  Most people (including me) are sick with some sort of cold; everyone is bleary eyed and hungry (they brought in coffee and stale donuts). 

At the moment we're just sitting here, waiting for the other side to send us their turn of the documents.  I'm trying to distract myself from the horrendous mouth noises of that the guys sitting next to me make when they eat by making plans for the Utah leg of my trip (car rental; hotel reservations) on the theory that I'll actually get there.

My flight leaves at 3:00pm tomorrow today.  If I'm going to be on that plane, I need to be on a train from here in five and a half hours.  (Technically I also could take the 10am train, but then I would have to go straight from the train station to the airport, without stopping to repack.)  I can't wait to see how this all plays out.

P.S.  I just realized that there's a missing post.  I attempted to post on Thursday as I was taking the train up to New York -- something about how pretty the pink dawn sky was, I think.  In any event, the post and related photo apparently never fully uploaded from my phone.  So there's that.

Here we go again

I didn't have to go to New York today after all.  You'd think that would feel like a reprieve -- but it didn't.  Because the client didn't communicate its expectations regarding travel until the last minute, I stayed up until 1:00am last night packing my bags, and then was ready to go early this morning.  I waited and waited and eventually got word that we weren't leaving, until tomorrow morning.  Which is fine, because I can sleep in my own bed, but also annoying because now I have to unpack everything to sleep/shower and then repack it all tomorrow morning. 

Of course, my not being in New York didn't stop the client from stretching out the day.  I've been on calls with the client much of the afternoon and non-stop since 10:30pm -- it's now nearly 1:30am and, although I'm off the phone, I'm now sitting around waiting for the last item that I need in order to finish revising the documents and send them to the other side.  There's no way that I'll be in bed before 2:30 or 3:00am.

And of course tomorrow morning will come very quickly.  I have to be on the 7:00am train to New York, which means I'll need to be at the train station at 6:30am and waking up by 5:30am at the latest. 

It's not clear at this point what effect all of this will have on the weekend.  On the calls today our client vacillated between a Friday night signing and a Sunday night signing.  Sadly, if they're already thinking of Sunday as being within the realm of possibility, I suspect that that's what it will be.  In other words, my plans to spend this weekend and Christmas in Denver with Amanda are in jeopardy -- which really sucks.  It's one thing for my own life to be thrown to pieces; it's quite another for that to affect someone else.  While the firm will reimburse the cost of lost or changed plane/theatre/ballet/movie tickets, it won't be able to give back the time and the company. 

So, boo.  I'm not very happy about this situation, and my lack of control over any of it stresses me out.  I don't have much choice but to grit my teeth and bear it out -- and hope that once we get to New York we'll be in a better position to influence things and get them to move along more quickly.

 

Prove me wrong

Boy have I enjoyed the last three days!  Since getting back from New York on Friday night, I have:

• Eaten barbecue and Japanese with friends (at different restaurants, on different nights)
• Gone to ballet, Crossfit, spin and yoga classes, plus one weight-training session with my trainer
• Attended church, taught Primary kids how to sing in a round, and completed tithing settlement with the Bishop
• Paid my rent and utility bills
• Finally managed to get UPS to deliver my bicycle at a time when I was home to sign for it
• Gotten a haircut
• Cleaned my apartment and bought fresh flowers for the bathroom
• Purchased healthy groceries and eaten a balanced diet
• Given up reading the newspaper because everytime I do I end up bawling about what happened in Connecticut
• Gotten caught up on missed episodes of my favorite TV shows
• Slept for more than 4 hours in a row
• Bought plane tickets to Colorado and Utah for Christmas, and planned fun things to do in Denver with Amanda and in Salt Lake with college/mission friends
• Gone to two Christmas parties and, sadly, missed a third
• Spent Sunday afternoon and all day today working to catch up on all my other projects that got sidelined during the past two weeks
• Opened two pre-Christmas presents from my parents (Thank you!)
• Caught black lung disease and/or a cold 

But we aren't out of the woods yet, my friends.  Although it has been radio silence from our client since Friday, the LA Times ran a story today indicating that things had progressed.  And then this evening I got a message from the partner on the deal:  Pack a bag and be ready to go to New York tomorrow.   

It isn't certain yet that we'll need to go, but it's possible that by this time tomorrow night we'll be sitting once more in the DPW conference room.  I'm not thrilled, but part of me says better now than this weekend or next week, when I want to be on vacation with friends and family!  Let's get 'er done!

My response to the partner:  Okay, but I'm packing for the train, not the plane. 

Because whatever happens, I have no intention of getting stuck in the position I was in during the first trip, with not enough clothes, crappy toiletries, no running clothes or music, or even fingernail clippers.  So I'm packing enough clothes, accessories and deices to get me through the end of the week and beyond -- not because I want to be stuck in negotiations over Christmas, but because I may not have time to go home and repack before flying out to Denver and Utah.

And, dammit, if the client or the other lawyers give me grief for overpacking, I already know what I'm going to say:  Prove me wrong!

This isn't even all of it



The trick, this time, is to avoid repeating the ties I wore during the first trip. 
I think I should be able to do it. 
The bow-ties will be fun to throw into the mix, especially after the
fratty guys made fun of the other side's lawyer
 for wearing a cardigan that I thought was awesome.

I could get so much more in here if I wanted to . . .

 

Bouquet

There's nothing like fresh-cut flowers to make getting ready in the morning a joy.  My favorites are star-gazer lilies -- it's basically impossible to have too many!

With star-gazers in the bathroom, my whole apartment
smells like a florist's shop.

There's no place like home!

I'm back!  At long last, I'm home! 

After last night's walk-out, we were all in suspense as to what would happen next.  We got an email around 3:45am from our lead negotiators saying that they had just left off discussions with the other side and that they would be in touch with further word.  Later that morning we got word that we should hang around until after noon to see if things were going to heat up (but the subtext was that it seemed likely that we'd be able to go home).  So I called housekeeping to expedite my latest load of laundry, packed my things and checked out of the hotel.  Never have I been so happy to check out of a hotel! 

The next couple of hours were a mix of gleeful anticipation of going home, trepidation at the possibility of having to resume negotiations, and ineffective attempts at getting other work done.  At 2pm the call came:  I was officially released to go home! [cue Hallelujah chorus]  I immediately called my secretary and had her book me a spot on the next high-speed train to DC; within the hour I was on my way. 

The trip was uneventful and this evening wonderful.  I went straight from the train station to meet up with friends for drinks and dinner, and then went home to unpack, cut my fingernails, deep-clean everything in my apartment (oh, sweet therapy!) and sort through the shambles of my domestic situation (my mailbox was full of bills; my door had a notice from the landlord pasted to it warning me that if I didn't pay my rent by Monday they would terminate my lease and evict me -- nevermind that they don't accept any other form of payment than personal check and no one under 80 takes a checkbook with them on surprise business trips to New York). 

Now, at the insanely early hour of sometime before midnight, I'm finally starting to feel grounded again.  Time for a snack and bed.  I can't wait for tomorrow to start:  Ballet class, haircut, travel planning, Christmas parties -- so many wonderful, ordinary, non-work activities await!

P.S.  In the category of "see, the grass isn't greener", I'm happy to report that this trip has effectively cured me of any regret I might have felt for moving away from New York.  As I spoke with other lawyers on the deal during the past two weeks, I learned that this intense, around-the-clock working style wasn't at all unusual for them; indeed, many of them seemed to thrive on pulling all-nighters.  If that's what life as a New York lawyer is like, I don't want anything to do with it.  In addition, the trip dispelled any fantasies I might have entertained about the glamor of a travel-heavy worklife.  I admit, in the past, to having eyed with some jealousy folks who spend their professional lives flying to exotic lands.  But if that means losing touch with everything at home, having no routine or sense of community, and losing all sense of groundedness, then that's a glamor I can live without.  I'll stick with my little life of bikes and goldfish and seasons tickets to the Kennedy Center.

Because who doesn't pack thirteen ties for a two-day trip?

Dad sent a text this afternoon asking if I was trying to break a world record for the longest time living on two days' worth of clothing.  The answer is yes -- if not a world record, then at least a personal record.   

But let's be clear about one thing:  I may have spent the last two weeks alternating between two changes of clothes and sending daily loads of laundry to the hotel cleaners, but it wasn't until today that I had to repeat a tie.   

Pack up your toys and go home

Oh man, I love the theatrics of negotiations. 

After two weeks of pitched battle, we're down to the wire on this deal -- the documents are getting hammered out, there's only a handful of outstanding, big-ticket items left to be resolved, the negotiations are ferocious.  I had just finished turning another draft of the main contract and was about to send it out for review when suddenly our lead negotiator burst into the room and told everyone to go home.  The other side had refused to budge on one of her key issues; it was time to send a message.  Specifically: Give me what I want or find someone else to play with.

Twenty minutes later, we were gone. 

It's all a game, of course, albeit one with billions of dollars at stake.  Who's going to cave first?  Who knows.  Walk-outs are a gutsy negotiating move that can cut both ways.  Could be that the other side will be sufficiently thrown off by our walk-out that they'll concede the points we care about.  Could also be that our negotiators have misjudged the other side and have just exploded the deal.  Either way, it'll be fun to see how it plays out overnight and tomorrow morning.