On the airplane
Hello, readers. As I’m typing this, I’m spread across three seats at the back of a Southwest flight, hovering somewhere over a state whose name I don’t know. It’s the one between Missouri and Colorado, above Oklahoma. Yes, I know, it’s terrible that I can’t name the state. I’ve never been good with the whole geography thing.
I’m very tired. I was at the RBC Center all day yesterday, didn’t get to bed till Midnight, and had to catch this flight at 7:30am. I slept for about an hour on the plane, but I’m the type of person who can’t fall asleep once she’s already awake. I’m grateful for the one extra hour.
I’ve taken a couple of pictures out the window, and right now the ground looks like a green patchwork quilt. It’s very pretty. I’ve flown across the country before – to LA – but the plane heads south, so this is my first experience with the middle of the US. I’m excited to see the mountains.
I’m really nervous about my presentation tomorrow, but am happy it’s first thing in the morning so I’ll be able to get it done and over with. Then I’ll work from Denver for a few days, just to hang out with my other coworkers and get a feel for what their routine is like. I’m putting in face time, basically. My company has a main office – Raleigh – then a big Denver office and two little offices in Phoenix and Tampa. Most of the bankers are either in Raleigh or Denver, and since I’m always with the Raleigh boys, the powers that be decided it would be a good idea if I go to Denver a few times a year. Makes sense.
Uummm… lessons learned during my recent long flights: wear warm socks and bring a pillow. And a book.
Hello party people. I’m at my hotel, completely exhausted and ready for bed. I spent the day roaming around the Cherry Creek area of Denver and its capitol building. It’s a beautiful city – lots of athletic people running and riding their bikes – but it’s not what I expected. I thought you’d land in Denver and BAM you’d be in the Rockies. No, not so much. Denver is apparently located right before the beginning of the mountain chain, so you can see the mountains in the background from certain locations, but most of the paces I’ve been hide the fact that you’re 20 minutes from a colossal mountain range. It’s kinda weird. It’s very flat and there are relatively no trees. What’s the deal with the tree thing? Seriously? Where are all the trees in this country? But that doesn’t take away from the city’s beauty. It’s a very pretty place, and obviously very liberal. Like, more liberal than me! That must be shocking to some of you, I know. I’ve passed Whole Foods, co-ops, many, many gay couples, and a bunch of dreads. Like, some guy whizzed by me on his bike, dreadlocks flapping in the wind.
My hotel is very adorable. It’s a quirky little boutique hotel, which is a new experience for me. The lobby is tiny, set-up like a living room and has a fireplace and a Mac. None of the staff wear uniforms, and everyone is super friendly. I think there are only like 50 rooms here. It’s very comfy and quaint. I like it.
Whoa. New Kids on the Block are on tv right now. Elementary school flashbacks!!