Last night's concert was great. Nothing like a night of drunk cowboys with more John Deere and Carhardt apparel than a Farm & Fleet superstore. Other than the occasional rowdy, overly imbibed individual, most of the ropers invited us in with open arms. I think we had a free pass as my wife wore a John Deere green ball cap that said, "She thinks my tractors sexy". Just for the record, I don't own a tractor, but if I did, it would be a Deere or a Cat.
So, after leaving the concert with 55,000 of our new friends, it is a LONG walk back to the hotel we stayed at. So I hire this girl (Kacey insists it was a guy) on one of those bicycles with the two seats on the back. I ask her how much for a ride back to our hotel. She looks at me, realizes the enormity of the situation and asks for $15 for a few blocks. By this time we had walked far enough to be willing to pay just about anything. We agree, knowing that i would easily pay her $20 if she can in fact move someone my size that far. We get to talking, which definitely works against her. She seems to save as much oxygen as she can by answering one word answers. I feel bad for her so we finally see a cab, flag it down, and release this poor girl from her bondage. I gave her $20, believe me, she earned it.
So we stayed at the Peninsula Hotel. Now, around 11:30pm we walk into the lobby. This weekend was also Kacey and my 6 year wedding anniversary. We were married at the Peninsula so we decided to stay there and rekindle some of those romantic fires. You should have seen the maitre d' as we walked in with full country regalia and sat in their high tea room. The guy gives me a menu as if to scare me off with the prices. Very stuffy fellow. He then informs me of the price of the chocolate bar. We ordered a couple of drinks to toast our marriage and each had the chocolate bar. For anyone who has never tried the hotel's chocolate buffet, you have to try it once in your life. You have never seen anything like it!!! Friday and Saturday nights, they put out hundreds of pieces of chocolate. While we had to dip into Maddie's college fund to afford it, it is worth it. I am thinking that I could import a few young children from a third world country, buy the ingredients, and pay them minimum wage to cook all of that chocolate at home and still be financially better off. I think that Kacey may stop yet another great idea, but I think I could save money this way. Anyway, I smiled at the waiter, left a nominal 15% tip, and went upstairs.
Well, now it is almost midnight. I am cherishing the moments as they quickly pass as I am still unemployed today. My official last day, though not for much longer. I had a great time, but to tell you the truth, I am looking forward to going back. I really enjoy what I do and think that I am going to be able to do more in the new job than I could do at the old. Of course, that is naivete speaking as the grass is always greener on the other side. I am blissfully ignorant as to the situation I am walking into. I may hate it. I may love it. At this point I am just pissed I have to wake up at 5am just to make it into the office on time tomorrow. What a great start, 8am meeting. My admin has assured me my calendar will never see another 8am. I told her that my calendar may slip up and see one again, but she will never see me there for it. I told her that if for some reason, someone one lacking a grasp on normal life would want to schedule a meeting that early again, that they will be sitting in a room alone until I show up at 9am.
Well, I guess I should try to get some sleep. I have to travel in a car, train, and boat just to get to the office tomorrow. Having never done this, I am somewhat looking forward to the people, the sights, and the stories that precede me.
Until tomorrow...
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