Windy City and back

Just back from Chicago. Went to an annual meeting of a users group for the system we use at work. Eh, not such a great conference, and oh, by the way, since the company was bought out by another company, there won't be a users group, at least the way there has been in the past. Not many improvements to our system either. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

The hotel, however, was another matter. Brand new, still a few kinks, but neat things like aroma therapy scents in the common areas, not overpowering, but nice. High def tv, that the Husband loved, and a tv in the mirror in the bathroom - yes, you heard right, in the bathroom mirror. When the mirror fogged up, the tv was still clear, and there was a rectangular clear space in the middle. Odd and interesting feature. Thought it odd that the whole mirror didn't stay clear.

We were supposed to go hear the Girl sing with her choir Saturday. They were doing the children's chorus parts of Britten's War Requiem. They sang at Symphony Hall in Boston on Friday. We were in Chicago, and were expecting to hear them at in a local performance on Saturday. Climbed all the way up to the second balconey, my 84 year old mother in law climbed all the stairs, sat in a very overheated section where the kids were, only to have the poor kid have to leave because of a headache. Poor thing. I'm sorry we didn't hear it, but relieved to be out of that heat - it was that oppressive.

Today we went to hear the Boy's last high school concert. My nephew played in the band in the first half. The Boy sang with the chorus, and had a solo. He sang "Some Enchanted Evening". Proud mom. Proud Aunt.