June 12 | Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

I'm airborne
On my way home to Ireland after a phenomenally successful day.

I flew to New Jersey and stayed at the Meadow Lands Hilton
Hotel near Newark airport. ( Jimmy Hoffa is reputedly buried there)
The presentation to BMV went so well I can hardly believe it.
Graham actually turned to me at one point and said
"You did very good job"

Waiting outside was black car and driver to take me
into New York City, to Killallon Fitzpatrick's office on
5th Avenue to drop off some work and make some calls.
I got the address of an AA meeting at St Perry Street from
the AA Intergroup Office and had a cool meeting in a very
hot day and just made it back in time to get into my
waiting car befoe being sillouetted to the airport.

There were tears when I was reminded of Matty by an old guy
at the Perry Street meeting I called Rita who says that Brona
Coughlin can give me a lift from Dublin airport tomorrow.
I'm looking forward to being at home for a while I love Killallon
Fitzpatrick I really do but the "Executive Suites" are getting on
my nipples. Wall-to-wall beige. I call it "The Beige Inn"

My house should be ready to move into when
I get back. I'm confident that the next week or so will be
handleable. I found out yesterday that my British racism
ad won a D&AD Silver in London. No mean achievement.
Even if it was only for Typography. Graham and Ben were
certainly impressed. And the BMV meeting was very good,
probably the best presentation I've ever done.
My dad should die more often.