Traveling Friday
The typical consultant week is M-Th on-site then work remote on Fridays. Since i was still in STL on Monday, i stayed the extra day on the backend. i don't mind, i'd rather be on-site anyway. You can get so much more done. So, with everyone else gone, the consierge lounge is pretty empty on Friday mornings. That's fine...more berries for me.
i was able to get through the day with a minimum of stress and get on my way to the airport. i found out that my favorite diesel-dyke bartender, Peg, has Fridays off and i got this doofus in her place. No matter, i got what i needed. But then i started to lose track. i usually take the 6:05, so i can hang out until half-past and then wander to the gate with plenty of time. Well, this day i was on the 4:20. (Feel free to insert "smoke-related humor" here). Fortunately, right around 4, Robert called from Seattle to see how things were going. "Oh fine, just hanging out and having a cocktail and...HOLY SHIT!" Time to shuffle my ass of to the gate. Made it, but there was no room in the overhead for my bag and some big fucker was in my seat. "Get yer ass over in your own seat!"
woofer, Chad, Brian from Austin, Matt, Jim, Jason, Kevin, Mike
When i got in, i just took the taxi to the bar instead of home since it was time for our usual Friday happy hour. A good relaxing time, i got to run the jukebox and discovered the band 3OH!3 who i'd read about but hadn't heard yet. Pretty cool tuneage. Our buddy Mike had a friend in from Austin to visit for the weekend. Brian is friends with Jeff/jeffdintexas and Jason/bulldogcubnj and i'm sure a few others of y'all from down there. woofy and cute and i look forward to getting to know him better. Lucky me. Of course, best of all was having Mr Wonderful back in my arms again. *sigh*