Folks, I'm feeling, as we say in this household, a little puny. Not necessarily sick, just a little run down.
I blame jet lag. Mostly. I may have some little bug, and the quick changes in weather may contribute, too.
I am almost done with Christmas shopping - a haphazard affair where I did like Dad used to and just threw some money at it.
Although, I got some pretty neat things, so I'm happy.
It's hard to believe it's December. Of 2016. Tempus fugit, y'all. Fugit!
I have one work trip standing between me and the end of the year.
My trip last week was to California - the LA area. We were there to see a customer who makes an energy drink - we'll call them Scarlet Bovine - and their office was super cool - open, exposed beams and ducts, nice chairs, free snacks (and energy drinks), and a pinball machine. I was not cool enough to be there. Oh well. At night, we ate well. We ate sausage from a place called Wurst Kuche. We also had a hot dog (the Marlon Brando) at Pink's. And we went to a cemetery where I saw the graves of Billy Wilder, Marilyn Monroe and Jack Lemon - among others, but that's the Some Like it Hot trifecta.
I was surprised at how many more celebs I spotted than my colleague. No doubt because I'm super smart. But really, how can you NOT know who Karl Malden is? Or Doris Roberts (Flo Flotsky? Marie Barone? No?).
Anyway - there wasRed Bull Scarlet Bovine, Wurst and Dead People - it was a great week.
The final trip will be a lot less star studded - it's in rural North Carolina. But we do what we do.
That's it from here. I may go make a sandwich.
ae
I blame jet lag. Mostly. I may have some little bug, and the quick changes in weather may contribute, too.
I am almost done with Christmas shopping - a haphazard affair where I did like Dad used to and just threw some money at it.
Although, I got some pretty neat things, so I'm happy.
It's hard to believe it's December. Of 2016. Tempus fugit, y'all. Fugit!
I have one work trip standing between me and the end of the year.
My trip last week was to California - the LA area. We were there to see a customer who makes an energy drink - we'll call them Scarlet Bovine - and their office was super cool - open, exposed beams and ducts, nice chairs, free snacks (and energy drinks), and a pinball machine. I was not cool enough to be there. Oh well. At night, we ate well. We ate sausage from a place called Wurst Kuche. We also had a hot dog (the Marlon Brando) at Pink's. And we went to a cemetery where I saw the graves of Billy Wilder, Marilyn Monroe and Jack Lemon - among others, but that's the Some Like it Hot trifecta.
I was surprised at how many more celebs I spotted than my colleague. No doubt because I'm super smart. But really, how can you NOT know who Karl Malden is? Or Doris Roberts (Flo Flotsky? Marie Barone? No?).
Anyway - there was
The final trip will be a lot less star studded - it's in rural North Carolina. But we do what we do.
That's it from here. I may go make a sandwich.
ae
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