I think they're all surviving on pizza and pocki. But it certainly smells deep-fried. And since it's an old-style hotel (IOW, no 15+ storey atrium) there's no place for any, erm, aromas to go.
But there's lots of enthusiasm. To my amazement, they were slinging big bucks around in the art auction. Prints were bidding up to $400.
Guess we know where the money is, don't we. Recession? What recession?
Hugs and smiles,
Jean Marie