Sunday, June 30, 2019
Texas Toast
So I lived in Texas for like five weeks. At a Hilton Garden Inn & Suites, specifically. A lovely establishment that was not near anything except a gas station and (of course) a Starbucks and had a "laundry room" with a total of one washer and one drier. To its credit, it did have a bar, however. Which was a nice supplement to the gallon of Skol vodka I harbored in my room. It was a long trip.
I was out there for a trial, of course, so I genuinely did nothing but work for most of the time I was there. I would get up at seven, report to a hotel conference room, and tap away at my laptop in a room full of people doing the same thing until the dead of night. I can still say I've never done an all nighter for work, but I've now come darn close. Two hours of sleep is not nearly enough, especially when you dream of work the entire time.
I did occasionally get away at mealtimes, which gave me the opportunity to explore Boot Barn, an amazing western wear store where I got a sick belt buckle and my co-worker got a fun cautionary tale about how giving the cashier your phone number so she can open the cash register can cause you to get raped. Along with some boots with fringe, of course. The Chicago office won't know what hit it.
There was also a ton of eating. Barbeque is huge out there, and therefore I ate more meat over this period than I'd probably eaten in the rest of my life before it. Chick-fil-a is also popular, which is super weird to me not just because of bigotry but also because their fries get soggy and gross within like fifteen minutes of ordering them. More my speed was the constant stream of tex mex, as I would happily bathe in a vat of that delicious white queso. Oh, and nothing costs anything out there, so I'm definitely overweight now. Not by Texas standards, of course, but certainly back among the libtards.
So I lived in Texas for like five weeks. At a Hilton Garden Inn & Suites, specifically. A lovely establishment that was not near anything except a gas station and (of course) a Starbucks and had a "laundry room" with a total of one washer and one drier. To its credit, it did have a bar, however. Which was a nice supplement to the gallon of Skol vodka I harbored in my room. It was a long trip.
I was out there for a trial, of course, so I genuinely did nothing but work for most of the time I was there. I would get up at seven, report to a hotel conference room, and tap away at my laptop in a room full of people doing the same thing until the dead of night. I can still say I've never done an all nighter for work, but I've now come darn close. Two hours of sleep is not nearly enough, especially when you dream of work the entire time.
I did occasionally get away at mealtimes, which gave me the opportunity to explore Boot Barn, an amazing western wear store where I got a sick belt buckle and my co-worker got a fun cautionary tale about how giving the cashier your phone number so she can open the cash register can cause you to get raped. Along with some boots with fringe, of course. The Chicago office won't know what hit it.
There was also a ton of eating. Barbeque is huge out there, and therefore I ate more meat over this period than I'd probably eaten in the rest of my life before it. Chick-fil-a is also popular, which is super weird to me not just because of bigotry but also because their fries get soggy and gross within like fifteen minutes of ordering them. More my speed was the constant stream of tex mex, as I would happily bathe in a vat of that delicious white queso. Oh, and nothing costs anything out there, so I'm definitely overweight now. Not by Texas standards, of course, but certainly back among the libtards.
