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Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA
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Howdy, kids.
I'm afraid it's time for a brief, heretofore unannounced, and possibly unenforced hiatus. At two this afternoon Boston time, I began a cramped and clammy American Airlines odyssey that dumped me in my current location, typing these words on a comfy 'featherbed' in a hotel room near the San Francisco airport.
Did I know the trip was coming? Of course.
Did I believe seven hours in a plane and a looming early-morning meeting would coax/scare/guilt me into an early night while I deal with the impending "ton o' bricks" jetlag? No, I didn't. And I was wrong. Oh, so wrong.
So, regrettably, I'm hitting the sack postless tonight. Hopefully, I'll have plenty of travel and hotel stories soon, and should return safely to our regularly scheduled nonsense late Friday night.
That's right. I flew cross-country on Wednesday, and I'm turning around and flying right back on Friday afternoon. Like I'm going to pony up for extra nights on the left coast, when my wife's still back in Boston. Pfffft.
Sure, in Vegas maybe, where the strip joints are way better. But in Frisco? Honky, please.
"Did I believe seven hours in a plane and a looming early-morning meeting would coax/scare/guilt me into an early night while I deal with the impending "ton o' bricks" jetlag? No, I didn't."
But the impending plane nightmare redux reminds me that it's in my best interest now to get my tuckered tuckus into the sack. Sorry for the short advance notice; I guess I'm more of a 'travel wuss' than I thought. The hyperventilation and clammy palms should have been a tipoff, in retrospect. Enh, now I know.
I'll catch you kids on Friday or Saturday, if not before. And with two days of meetings scheduled to start before my usual wakeup time -- or, for that matter, my bedtime -- I'm guessing 'not before'. But who knows? I'm in 'Frisco, for work, helping to trot out both dogs and ponies for a big important meeting. There's an overwhelming likelihood that I'll do something stupid, incompetent, and hopefully hilarious to foul it all up. And if that happens, you can be sure you'll be the first to know.
Because really, isn't that what work travel is all about?
Hang in there, amigos. I'll catch up with you this weekend.
RATS! Lori beat me! I read that post and wanted to warn you not to make the mistake of uttering the blasphemous moniker "Frisco" when visiting Frisco. They hate that there. Once I found out how annoyed it made the locals I took every opportunity to sample for variance in their response. I found none.
From the girl who lives in San Francisco....never, ever call it Frisco. Next time you are in town let me know because I would love to meet you and since I work at SFO it would be easy, but I don't work for American Airlines (yeah).
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Charlie,
Enjoy your visit to SF, but for the LOVE OF GOD, don't call it Frisco, I nearly lost my life when I moved out here referring to it as such.