Am sitting in La Guardia...once again O'Hare has fucked me over. Whoopdie freaky fucky do. I was slated to take off at 7:25, and now we're looking at 8:15 (it's bumped up twice) and everything coming in from O'hare is delayed by at least an hour. Jesus christ I should just fucking drive to New York when the man makes me come here. It'd certainly be more scenic.
Everything went fine on the trip. All necessary RFP's are in the fate of the selection comittee gods now. People who needed training/enlightenment seemed to have recieved it. The hotel was fairly nice. I perused the weight room last night and then went for a run in Central Park (yeah I'm in fucking mid/uptown once again it seems). And btw, Cafe Metro on Lexington and 46th is the fucking business for lunch. They've got the same salad scheme as Ponte Fresco (hellz yes!). Before today, I was a fan of this little Vietnamese grocery a few blocks south and west of that (the actual coordinates escape me). I think I have a new midtown fav. We ordered in sushi on Monday and that wasn't really anything to write home about (although the snow crab rolls were better than what I've had in Chicago...still doesn't hold a candle to what you can get on the west coast). I really need to come visit New York for non-work related reasons. The last time I was here for fun was to see David Bowie. That was in 2000. And I was engaged at the time. Travis is threatening to come here for baseball, so maybe that'll happen this year yet. I keep spending all my time in midtown, which is like, tourist/dipshit central. I know this because in other business trips, I've had time to move around the island and burrows enough to know that there are in fact some really cool areas in the city.
All that said, I'm looking out the window in Terminal D at some of the nicest weather I've seen since, well a week ago. I have no bike around me. This is bad. What's even worse? It's supposed to rain all weekend. Naturally that won't stop me from mountain biking, but well, go fuck yourself weather.
All this to remind me that well, I really don't mind not traveling for work anymore. It was an exciting prospect when I came to Fathom. BUt when I racked up 135,000 domestic miles in a shade under 9 months, it became not so fun. I know LaGuardia and the San Francisco Airports just as well as I do both Chicago ones. It got to the point to where even the bartenders at the San Fran one knew me by first name (my how times have changed...I had to sit here for an hour before I decided maybe a beer would be alright, I'd be 60 bucks in back in the day). Anyhow...been there done that. Being in beautiful weather and having to spend it sitting in an airport because my bikes are in another time zone, my running shoes are in the bag I checked and there's nowhere to swim is just plain fucking annoying now.
Plan for the rest of the week is basically to get to the weekend. Unfortunately, if I could do this over again, I would have scheduled this trip to go through Friday (although somewhat un-realistic). As it turns out, Sean in the NYC office has an extra ticket to see Ministry on Thursday here in town (the venue escapes me). Granted I'm going a week from then in Chicago at House of Blues. However his tickets are VIP which include a meet 'n greet (that sound you heard was Gabe slapping his forehead). So I guess I'll just have a good swim in grandpa Al's honor. Word is Ministry is playing for a solid 2.5 hours too so the setlist oughta be pretty badass. I still have Drive By Truckers this weekend...hoowah!