First day in Hartford Connecticut. On the plane ride the flight attendant recognized me from the STRIB article and said she was coming to reVamp! for a haircut. We arrived, took a cab to the hotel in Farmington, NH, about 40 minutes and settled into the hotel room. I didn’t have internet, my iphone STILL doesn’t download itunes, didn’t get mail, and my computer didn’t get internet until we got a technician in the hotel.

But we managed to get it settled, and went to dinner at Max’s Oyster Bar, where Vicki, our lovely 38 year old waitron (server she prefers to be called), mother two, wife of a chef, recommended a lovely dinner. I went to the restroom where for the first time I encountered a man texting while using the urinal. Now, men usually do not speak when standing in that uncomfortable, pretending you don’t notice someone is next to you moment, but I couldn’t resist.

“Now that’s multitasking,” I said.

“Never a dull moment,” he replied.

We took a cab back to the hotel and are suitably fatigued

After seeing the men in this restaurant, and I’m sure it can’t be said for all of Hartford, but still, I wonder why I threw out all my blue button down collared, or pin striped oxfords when that is, apparently, complete with pleated gray slacks or khaki’s, the dress code. Lucky I brought my classics.