Southern Comfort

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

I'm leaving our fair Zion for yet another babysitting... err... business trip today. This time to St. Louis, MO. Well, Ofallon, to be specific.

I enjoy travel, for the most part but have become weary of traveling with co-workers and spending my time in offices. Business meetings in conference rooms are exactly the same everywhere as they are here. Exactly. The. Same.

But, off I go. To rescue this project and be the only one of three vendors who meet our deadlines only to have the entire project delayed at the hands of less-in-every-way companies who can't manage to look at a calendar and realize that it's been a week since our last meeting and they've done nothing at all. Such is my life.

While I'm there I'm only drinking Budweiser. When in Rome and all that. And maybe I'll see if I can pick up a clydesdale to bring home as a souvenir. Though I'm pretty sure TSA would confiscate it just like the unopened Southern Comfort they stole the last time I left New York.

Look, I'm no chemist and I know SoCo is really amazing but I'm one hundred percent certain I couldn't make a bomb out of anything that still has the Utah State tax stamp on it.

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