It was an easy nonstop flight to DC, but right at landing I had to meet up with the company and burn my brain doing some random psych tests, and a test where I felt like I was on the show "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader". The two best questions on the psych test were do you ever wake up feeling evil, and do you have superpowers that other people don't know about. I walked out of that room feeling like the shortbus was there to pick me up.
Instead, I had a friend Mari take me out to dinner. I had Lobster Bisque, 2 large crab cakes (Amazing), and a grilled chicken and roasted beet salad with avacado with a few Blue Moon's and buzz to follow. I love this job cause I have friends that live all over the world, and they are always happy to see you.
So the question is; Can an 18 hour flight feel like 2 hours? Well it did for me. I got on the plane with a bit of a buzz and dog ass tired for some odd reason. Probably from my brain overthinking itself about the wifey, the gym, and future plans. "The Usual". Before the plane even took off, I fell asleep and didn't even wake up for the refueling. I woke up up with 55 minutes before landing in the sand box and all was good minus the knot I got in the middle of my back from over stretching with a yawn. All is good:)
Now its time to put on the game face and get my train on. I'll keep you posted on my adventure.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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