Thanks, in part, to the fact that I slept not at all last night.
And the knot that's been hanging out in my gut for the last three weeks? It's gone, finally! The meeting is over, and I didn't even get yelled at once! In fact, I was told I'd done a good job. Fuckin' A!
So I had 2 beers at dinner. (The COO had 2 scotch & waters, so it was totally fine.) And I ordered a $6.50 piece of apple pie to go (and it's the size of a NERF football. And comes with a side of caramel.). And then, because I didn't want to be all "Boss, I've only got one beer left because I drank 4 last night when I was up working until midnight thirty and then I drank another one in the thirty minutes between the time we got to the hotel this afternoon after the meeting and then met back downstairs to go to dinner with the big bosses. Could you maybe stop at that gas station so I can grab a 40?", I walked my fat ass to the Kroger down the way. Hold on...let me get you a picture...nope, too far away to photograph with my stoopid blackberry. So I walked that far to get a six pack of busch light, knowing i wouldn't be able to drink more than 3.
or maybe I will...
And now I have blisters on my heels. No shit. Those stupid strappy sandals cut into the back of my foot something awful and I'm a little angry about it. The shoes are cute, but they suck for anything more than walking out to the front porch to smoke a cigarette and then coming back inside and reclining in your chair.
I really didn't sleep at all last night. I saw every hour on the clock. And now i've not talked to Jimi since a few emails sent during the workday. And that irritates me. I want to talk to him. I don't have a way to contact him. Grr.
I think it's time for bed. Back up at 6:45 tomorrow morning, another few hours of meetings, more driving, lunch with the Cincy crew, then, blessedly, home sweet home.
I can't wait to be there again. With him.