Can I please slow down now?

I spent most of this past week on a business trip to sunny Orlando.  Before you congratulate me, please remember that this was a business trip.  For me, business trips mean spending just about every waking moment either at my hotel or at a customer's site.  (For this trip, those two things were actually on and the same.)  They also mean long hours (awake from 4am until 11pm on Wednesday, 6:30 am until 10:30 pm on Thursday and Friday.)

The one bright side was that I was able to stay an extra night.  I actually got done with work on Friday at around 3pm.  The office had booked my supervisor and I flights back home on Saturday.  He looked up available flights on Friday and decided to head home a day early.  He gave me the option of changing my flights as well or staying the extra night and come home on Saturday.

A single gay guy with a chance to spend an extra night in Orlando?  For me, that was a no-brainer.  (Alas, I was too tired to see if any other gay guys were in the area and interested in meeting up.)  Not that I did much, mind you.  I was pretty tired.  However, I did end up walking to a steakhouse that was just under a mile away from the hotel.  I had a pleasant time and just enjoyed the fact that I could relax and not have to rush around.  After all, those other days, I had enough time to shower when I got up before getting to work (or catching my flight in the case of Wednesday morning).  Then I had a bit of breakfast and lunch while working through the day.  About two hours before bedtime, I would go dinner with the people I was working with, then head back to my room and crawl into bed.  So being able to get dinner by 6 pm on Friday and then heading back to my room to get on my computer and watch a little television was a treat.

Plus, it turned out that I made the right choice.  My supervisor had nothing but problems on the trip home.  In fact, he ended up flying into a neighboring city and then having to take a taxi back home.  (I don't even want to know what the company is going to have to pay for that.)

Me, I had two pleasant flights after a good night's rest and plenty of time to get to the airport.

But I'm still tired.

Get Personal With Me: Risks

Are you a risk taker?  What's your comfort level with taking risks?  What would you consider the riskiest thing you can take.

Note that this week's topic is intentionally vague.  There are many areas of lives in which we can take risks.  We can take risks in our careers, in our relationships, or in our choice of liesure-time activities.

As always honor the Comment Policy when responding to the things other readers choose to share.

Friday Thoughts: Catharsis

If you get the connection between
this guy and the post, you have a
good chance at figuring out
my real identity.

Screaming into a pillow isn't going to change your circumstances.  But some days, it sure helps you feel better.

Life got in the way

Last week was a hectic week which culminated in this weekend both being Easter and an uncle's funeral.

I'll try to be more Colorful in the near future.  In the meantime, warm wishes and attempts to entertain, while not mandatory, will be greatly appreciated.