bored in Vancouver
Work travel is boring boring boring. This is my third time to Vancouver in six months and all I've seen is this Holiday Inn and the YVR airport. Granted I do get to see the dark underbelly of the airport where all of the luggage goes and the noisy business gets done, but I'm bored silly. Vancouver has like 300 public broadcast channels. This is the second night in a row that I'm watching a documentary about Queen Elizabeth. BTW, she kicks ass. I wasn't aware that the monarch officially does rule the country. She has the authority to declare ware and fire, yes fire, the Prime Minister if she so chooses. I dig her.
Tomorrow is another action packed day of negotiations and coffee drinking. I'm hoping to get into the city itself for dinner tomorrow night. I need to do a bit of googling and find out where to go. With the three hour time difference I'm about ready for sleepy nigh nigh by 9pm, but here it is 1:30 am local time and I'm eating room service cheesecake and trying to stay up until a reasonable hour. Fading quick though. I miss Frank. Sightseeing is no fun alone. I promised I'd bring him a present this time though so I need to get out of this room and explore.
Tomorrow is another action packed day of negotiations and coffee drinking. I'm hoping to get into the city itself for dinner tomorrow night. I need to do a bit of googling and find out where to go. With the three hour time difference I'm about ready for sleepy nigh nigh by 9pm, but here it is 1:30 am local time and I'm eating room service cheesecake and trying to stay up until a reasonable hour. Fading quick though. I miss Frank. Sightseeing is no fun alone. I promised I'd bring him a present this time though so I need to get out of this room and explore.