I'm wiped out
I've had an exhausting weekend to start off what looks to be an exhausting couple of weeks. This weekend, the base sponsored a camping trip to a national park off the east coast of Italy (Parco Nationale di Gargano). Which meant that Friday evening, all day Saturday, and Sunday morning, I was forced to live in a tent ten feet from the beach and lay around on the beach and drink and swim and eat Italian food. And by "camping," I mean a campsite with a beach bar and grill (or the Italian equivalent) right next to it on the beach, and with showers and toilets and all that good stuff. We did sleep in tents though, so it sort of counts.
Then today, I had to fly to Oslo where I'll be until Wednesday evening for work. It's 11 p.m. and the sun is just now starting to set on the legions of blue-eyed blonde Scandinavian women teeming outside my window. I might have to console myself with a massage or something tomorrow. Of course, the plane rides up here, while more than ample in terms of legroom, left a lot to be desired in width-room. (Which could also be a function of my own size and shape, but I don't think so, since when I flew Alitalia the other weekend I fit just fine.) Had to sit at the hotel bar to watch the crazy finish to the Italy-Australia World Cup game (I know, it's a commie sport, but when you live over here you just can't help but get into it) and then go and have some Norwegian shark for dinner.
But wait--the exhaustion gets even more difficult. After my meetings tomorrow and Wednesday, I have to endure a ridiculously long multi-city, multi-day plane trip to Vegas (stopping overnight in London), where I'll be attending my high school reunion on Saturday, and where I'll probably have to subject myself to endless gambling and drinking. (Well, probably not endless...just until I'm broke, crying in a gutter, not able to remember where I left my pants.) And I'm going to somehow have to muster up the energy to go to a Pearl Jam concert the night before I leave.
Two weeks out of the office? I don't know how I'll manage.
Then today, I had to fly to Oslo where I'll be until Wednesday evening for work. It's 11 p.m. and the sun is just now starting to set on the legions of blue-eyed blonde Scandinavian women teeming outside my window. I might have to console myself with a massage or something tomorrow. Of course, the plane rides up here, while more than ample in terms of legroom, left a lot to be desired in width-room. (Which could also be a function of my own size and shape, but I don't think so, since when I flew Alitalia the other weekend I fit just fine.) Had to sit at the hotel bar to watch the crazy finish to the Italy-Australia World Cup game (I know, it's a commie sport, but when you live over here you just can't help but get into it) and then go and have some Norwegian shark for dinner.
But wait--the exhaustion gets even more difficult. After my meetings tomorrow and Wednesday, I have to endure a ridiculously long multi-city, multi-day plane trip to Vegas (stopping overnight in London), where I'll be attending my high school reunion on Saturday, and where I'll probably have to subject myself to endless gambling and drinking. (Well, probably not endless...just until I'm broke, crying in a gutter, not able to remember where I left my pants.) And I'm going to somehow have to muster up the energy to go to a Pearl Jam concert the night before I leave.
Two weeks out of the office? I don't know how I'll manage.
posted by Chris at 11:11 PM
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