Saturday evening:
We couldn't find a "food sponsor" so we set out on our own. I foolishly entered an intersection while the DO NOT WALK sign was lit and ended up right in the middle of 3-4 lanes of traffic when their light turned green. Liz was pretty upset. So was I. I made a quick resolution: Only cross when the "Walk" sign is lit no matter what anybody ahead of you is doing. I am so embarrassed. You don't really ever have to mention this incident again. It is recorded here should I ever live to read it again.
We ended up eatting at Pigalle, a restaurant just a few blocks from the hotel but away from Broadway where there are pretty much wall-to-wall people at this time on a Saturday night.
I am still a little spooked about going up to our window and looking straight down. I'm so grateful that they don't have those glassed-in elevators. Being on the 31st floor is about 30 floors higher than I'd like to be. Then again, I suppose the view IS better from up here.
I'm going to the Delegates-only meeting in about a half hour. I could be coerced into going out for dessert after. We'll see. I've already got 7545 on the pedometer today.
More as more happens....

Ciao, Babies!!!