I've long told people that the whole "dry heat" thing was bullshit: hot is hot. But oh, how I was wrong. No, it really is different. It really is the humidity that kills you. And I am definitely feeling near death.
But I am home! Finally, after a frantic near-miss of a connecting flight at Atlanta Hartsfield/Jackson, which my thighs are still screaming at me about after my two terminal sprint towards my final destination. And I have to tell you...this business trip was much better than I expected. It was, dare I say, actually fun.
I don't know if it's my age or my relatively "normal" weight which made this the most comfortable business trip I have ever taken but whatever the combination, I am grateful for it. Never in my life have I felt so at ease meeting new people but this time I have felt a peace about it that I have never before experienced. I think the weight thing definitely played a part because for once I have clothes that I am relatively comfortable wearing and I don't fear being in cramped spaces or having to squeeze into a desk or breaking a chair. I would like to say age is a factor because I do not give a fuck what people think but I don't believe that could be completely it because let's face it: what is the age where a woman honestly doesn't give a fuck about her looks? I don't think I'm quite there yet because as I sat with a 35 year old (who expressed surprise when I revealed that I was 40) and a 25 year old (who said "yeah no wonder you feel old") the age thing was obviously still a factor.
Whatever the reason I enjoyed myself immensely in the great state of Texas and I was reasonably relieved to arrive home to find that my own house wasn't in complete disarray after the Rottenator and the Nooge enjoyed a week of unsupervised bacherlorhoodness together. Though there was an unsettling lack of tp that almost ended my relationship (when will boys learn that girls wipe EVERYTIME they use the bathroom? And what do boys use as tp when they run out of tp? I don't even want to know...)
Bottom line: I was social, I did not lock myself in my hotel room as is my usual habit, and I remained steely in my resolve to avoid any forbidden temptations even though I was surrounded by them on numerous occasions.
Oh, and the hotel...oh, the hotel. With the 65 degree thermostat, daily cleaning, and king sized bed with adjustable mattress firmness...I think I shall miss you most of all. *sniff*
I was also surrounded by mountains. Who woulda thunk it? Texas has mountains!
For your viewing pleasure:
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| Texas mountains! |
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| Me photobombing a Texas mountain! |
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| Me taking pics of mountains while on a social shopping excursion! |
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| Me being social by taking dinner pics! |
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| Me watching others partake at dinner and judging socially! |
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| Me taking pics of a loud mariachi band while being social at dinner! |
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| The Nooge, gazing at me adoringly upon my return to being anti-social. |
