Flew to DC for business with the AO last night. Pretty decent flight, except the people sitting behind me were loud as hell. I usually wear ear plugs on plane trips, but forgot to put them in before sitting down and they were sitting in my bag above me, probably mocking me and enjoying their own silence. I kind of pictured a movie, where you see the guy uncomfortably trying to read or get to sleep with the excessive noise behind him, and then cutting through the luggage bin and seeing his ear plugs sitting there, totally unused. Sigh. Anyways, it really wasn’t that bad, I got to read Ball Four some more (still really enjoying it) and even though my row of three was full, it wasn’t cramped – we were all normal sized people (I will make an apologies for hating giant sized people on air planes… maybe not the people’s fault, but it’s somebody’s fault and it fucking sucks for those of us who end up trying to fit into half a seat).

I was hungry when I got off the plane (at 8:45) and decided I should get something to eat. I was worried the hotel wouldn’t have anything open, and since it was Sunday maybe none of the delivery places would be open either. So, when I saw the California Pizza Kitchen was open in the airport, I stopped and got a Cesar Salad to go. It worked out perfectly, as soon as I got the food and went to get my luggage, my bags were rolling by. Grabbed ‘em, got to the metro and traveled to the hotel.

I’m in the room next door to the one I was in last time, number 1212, which makes my Rainman side happy. Last time it was 1210, which is also pretty good. 1214 would be better, maybe I’ll score that one next time. The room is smaller than before – there is no wall between the living room and the bed room – but overall it’s still great. I didn’t sleep well, as usual the first night in the hotel. My body is still thinking “wtf, this isn’t my bed” and “hey, where’s Katy?!?”. Oh well. Maybe by tomorrow night it’ll be better…. Troy recommended Tylenol PM, so I’m gonna try that.

This morning, I used the outside patio by the gym to jump rope, and then the railings by the pool to hold my feet while I did sit-ups. I love the little gym, and the outside patio for jumping rope. A security guard came and watched me jump rope, the whole time with a puzzled look on his face. When I got to a stopping point, I said “hey, how’s it going? I’m in room 1212 if you are wondering who the hell I am”. He kind of laughed and said something about me trying to be Rocky and went away. Ha. I get the Rocky thing a lot with the jump rope… time for some new jokes, people. Challenge!

So, here in DC. Tonight, Jol and I eat Chicken fried Chicken (hell yeah) and watch football (go Gators! eek, that’s not fun to say).