In the last two weeks, the hubs and I have been on completely opposite sides of the country. Courtny spent a week in NYC at his company’s home office, leaving me on baby duty 24-7 (as if I’m not already). Skip the one day we had together in Indiana, and I was off to San Francisco for a week to work the conference I help plan during the year.
We really should get a credit card with airline miles.
lovely red eye flight back to Indianapolis, I can say I’m almost back in sync with the Eastern Time Zone approximately five days later. But what does that matter? We’re headed to Las Vegas in TWO DAYS.
Sleep is for the weak.
Since I love lists, kind of like 98 percent of the blogger community, here’s a neat little snapshot of my travels thus far.
1. What’s a work trip without a gay bar?
Late one evening while Courtny was in NYC, I received this photo.
Yes, that’s what you think it is. The male version of Coyote Ugly. Apparently taking your co-workers to a gay bar is totally normal on the coasts. I’m guessing Courtny’s colleagues were trying to get a reaction out of the conservative Midwesterner by taking him to Flaming Saddles Saloon.
Too bad my brother-in-law is gay. Nothing phases Courtny anymore. 🙂
I, on the other hand, found myself at The Mint in San Francisco singing an amazing rendition of Whitney Houston a week later.
Additionally, *someone* got a “lesbian black eye,” there were pineapple shots, a girl from Chicago was not wearing pants, and *someone else* drank everyone’s drinks… and paid for it the next morning.
Also, I rekindled my love for Wilson Phillips. “Hold on for one more day…”
2. Golden Gate
I also did the touristy things. We went to see the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz, we visited Ghiradehelli Square, and we walked to Fisherman’s Wharf to see the sea lions.
3. Da Club
As hotel VIPs (phhht), we had access to the Regency Club – known to us as “Da Club.” This was a great place to escape the other attendees, eat, and just relax. Plus, the place used to be a rotating restaurant, so the 360* views of San Francisco weren’t too shabby.
Oh, and they had an “honor bar” from 5-8 p.m. every night. Let’s just say we took advantage of their hospitality.
4. Oh, I worked too.
Just a photo to prove that I really did go to San Francisco for work.
Really. I did.
Now there’s just two days, a large suitcase, and 15 more layers of self-tanner between me and my bestie’s bachelorette party. Woot!
Begin readjustment to Pacific Time….now.