I went to Tampa yesterday, just for the day. We took the redeye in the morning. I misread my Southwest Airlines boarding pass and went to Gate B12 instead of B2. Thankfully a man struck up a conversation with me, bringing to light that I was at the wrong gate. The flight at B12 left later than my flight did, which means I could have completely missed it simply because it was early in the morning and I was tired. Sigh.
Business travel is amusing to me. You see your coworkers an insane amount of hours, like yesterday’s 17 hours. You are in a city you don’t know, so you usually end up eating crap food (Ruby Tuesday, Tampa Bay Home Team Sports Bar & Grill). Because of the unpredicatability of travel these days, even after eating there is time to kill (Panera: the nation’s largest provider of free Wi-fi). And then there is the meeting. After the meeting, there’s the after-meeting. Well, or more crap food and hours to kill in the airport. Because we were taking the redeye out, we actually shut down the Tampa Bay Home Team Sports Bar & Grill. We did not, however, shut down Chili’s Too.
I am so tired. I couldn’t form sentences last night when we were boarding the plane. I tried to sleep but it hurt too bad. Like my body thought it was being teased and did not like it. I was worried about staying awake for the drive home, so I sang at the top of my lungs. It was quite the odd medley, ranging from The Cure to Frank Sinatra to Sesame Street. I just simply could not remember any songs that I knew all the words to. Finally I defaulted to my karaoke song - Gin & Juice - singing the country version until I pulled into the garage.
Rollin’ down the street, smoking endo, sippin’ on gin and juice . . . laaaid back