Ah, Business Travel

The meeting today went well. Too well. The last 6 weeks have been non-stop stress in trying to get the necessary attendees together and in agreement on the topics. But they all came together today and they were prepared and we finished an 8 hour meeting in just over 4.5 hours. So we all headed back to the hotel early and quickly started catching up on email.

This evening, I took a walk along the marina and snapped some photos. Once I get home, I’ll se about uploading some of them. May even have some photos of the jellyfish that were all over in the water. Then we went out for dinner. Had a nice filet mignon, some good seafood chowder and a few pints of Guinness.

Then comes the long night alone in the hotel room without anything else do to but watch World Series of Poker. I miss my wife, I miss my dogs, I miss my bed, I miss my house. But I go home in the morning. We’re leaving here around 8 to make the drive back to Baltimore. Got a lot of stuff to take care of once I get back to St. Louis.

Filed under: Travel, Work

3 Comments

  1. Comment by Princess Mica on July 21, 2005 12:04 pm

    That second sentence in the last paragraph sounds like the beginnings of a bad country song.

  2. Comment by Aaron on July 21, 2005 1:11 pm

    Tim McGraw - Do You Want Fries With That

    I thought that was your voice
    I thought that was my car
    Now we ain’t ever met before
    But I know who you are
    You’re living in my house
    And I’m living in a tent
    And don’t laugh, this second job of mine
    Is paying both our rents
    You’re out here buying Happy Meals
    And I’m eating rice and pintos
    You so much as crack a smile at me, man
    I’ll come through this here window

    Well you took my wife
    And you took my kids
    And you took that life
    That I used to live
    My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
    Yeah I think that’s just about everything
    Oh I almost forgot
    Do you want fries with that?

    Your ketchup’s in the bag
    And a check is in the mail
    I hope your chicken’s raw inside
    And I hope your bun is stale
    I’m supposed to tell you
    “Please come back”
    But how bout this instead?
    I hope you both choke on a pickle
    Man, that would tickle me to death
    I don’t know what you’re waiting on
    You’re holding up the line
    Oh man, you ain’t got no change coming back
    Are you out of your mind?

    Well you took my wife
    And you took my kids
    And you took that life
    That I used to live
    My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
    Yeah I think that’s all there is
    Do you want fries with that?

    Well you took my wife
    And you took my kids
    And you stole the life
    That I used to live
    My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
    Yeah I think that about covers it
    Do you want fries with that?

  3. Comment by Princess Mica on July 29, 2005 1:18 pm

    You are a sick and twisted, fellow. Did you know that?

Comments RSS

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.

« Greetings from Maryland Scuba »