Am I what they call a road warrior these days? If so, it's not as fun as it sounds like it might be. I mean, when do I get my road warrior sword? Did I miss that part? I'd like one with diamonds and rubies. And some magic, please. Can it glow whenever my manager enters the building? Or cut meetings short with a single swipe? Was there some sort of initiation course I was supposed to attend? Do I get some sexy-sleek armour perhaps? When do I get my horse? I want my horse. And maybe a Direwolf too (are any of you watching Game of Thrones? I LOVE IT!!)
Nor is this traveling life as glamorous as one might suspect.
My dinner last night - grocery store sushi and a banana.
Thank you, Metro Mart. Blurg. And where it says spicy? No, it's not spicy.
I'm trying to keep it healthy here, though. I went to the gym and stuck with the sushi. I only dabbled at a bit of pizza the night before...
Marty's, of course! It's a wee pizza, not as overwhelming as it looks. Next time I'll throw in a beer or something for scale.
I did have a beer.
Yay for Leinenkugel Honey Weiss! And okay, I'll admit - I demolished the half-order of jalapeno cheese sticks.
It's funny - the guy at Marty's tried to get me to order something else because he claimed these were extra-spicy. Dude. They were nothing. I wanted to pour hot sauce over them. I could barely taste the pepper and there was NO HEAT.
It seems that the WI palate is slightly more delicate than mine. They were tasty cheese sticks, though. And far superior to the crappy grocery store sushi. Tomorrow night we have a work dinner at a steak house. I'm hoping for decent fish. And maybe some creamed spinach!
It's cold here still, and extra rainy, but the car culture helps - if I run really fast I can get away with wearing no coat and not carrying an umbrella.