Hello, from chilly Aspen!! It snowed a foot this morning and many flights were canceled. Somehow, I managed to squeak through.
Who watched the Superbowl last night??! People on the plane and in the hotel have been talking non-stop about it.
Mark and I are usually ignorant in terms of sports. Football, especially, is not even a blip on our radar. Even though expensive commercials debut during this event, Mark, who works in television, avoids watching because he's usually bored by the game.
For whatever reason, though, we found ourselves tuned in. Perhaps we watched because the game was televised on HD and it looked so utterly amazing. Perhaps we watched because we knew what underdogs the Giants were. We'd been to dinner with friends the night before, and they told us how unlikely it was for the Giants to win. Mark and I are suckers for underdogs.
Both of us were sitting on the couch as usual, surfing the internet. As time ticked down, we started to pay attention to the game. As the Giants inched down the field, we started yelling louder and louder. When the Giants did the unthinkable, we went a little nuts and jumped up and down in disbelief. I have to wonder what the quiet Germans on the ground floor thought of their crazy upstairs neighbors.
Tonight, I'm having a lovely time in the hotel room. The gas fireplace is on, and there's the hum of four-wheel drive vehicles outside. Meanwhile, the luxurious bathtub is calling my name.
I'm not used to living it up like this, and it's at these times that I learn the most for my job. When you're designing spaces for wealthy people and then crawling back to your typical New York apartment, what you draw can be a little abstract.
At my last apartment, the one with the evil landlord, I had a sink in a retrofitted closet. Opposite, there was a tiny stove shoved in another retrofitted closet. An outdated fridge stood awkwardly in a corner. That was my kitchen. No free standing island and bar sink. No wine cooler. No butler's pantry. Nope.
A sink and a stove. Basta cosi.
For more posts on how the other half lives, click here and here