August 13, 2012 (log)
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I flew into the Dallas-Fort Worth area today. Texas appeared brown and dry as we descended, and the thermometer at the airport read 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I am here for training related to Agile/Scrum development practices. After checking in, I explored the hotel a little bit (it is a little more high-end than my usual stay, especially since there were no blood stains on the floor, unlike my last hotel room). I'm going to be here for several days and I already have high hopes for writing. A hotel room without family, with no real chores or obligations in the evening, this should be conducive to sitting down and using my voice recognition. I'm listening to some Muddy Waters, relaxing in bed, and feeling fairly pleased with things.
In e2 news, as long as everything goes as planned, this will be a momentous week for me. After 11 years participating in this crazy online experiment, I will meet my first fellow noder while I am out here in the Lone Star State. Jet-Poop is going to drive down and join me for lunch (unless I have alienated him by some alcohol induced posting on his Facebook page tonight) one day this week and I'm really looking forward to it.
As to the aforementioned alcohol, I had a glass of whiskey for dinner (with only a handful of chips to fill my stomach) and it affected me fairly quickly. It is rare for me to drink, and when I do, I generally lean towards Maker's Mark bourbon. My BMI is ridiculously low, and without food to blunt its effects, alcohol quickly insinuates itself into my thoughts and conversations. So tonight my buzz rocketed up out of the blue. Which is fine, because I'm not planning on driving anywhere, I'm by myself, and aside from being silly on Scott's Facebook page and a little bit in the catbox, I don't think any lasting harm happened. But I did kind of wish some of you were sitting with me, instead of a few coworkers, because I would much rather have been discussing any number of things than on personalities from where I work. I do that enough all day anyway. I would rather talk about modern opinions of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire or the music of Pearl Jam or plans for the upcoming horrorquest than about perceived injustices in the workplace.
So that is the score, with lightning flashing outside my window and a little alcohol-induced drowsiness tugging at my eyelids. Goodnight all.