What's Going On

So far, the funnest thing I've done is go to Houston and see Sweet T. Let me summarize:
Friday - took a nap after getting in at noon, shop for useless items at the greatest Marshalls in the land. Did you know there is a Home Store?!? For dinner, Sweet T made her infamous chipotle chicken tortilla soup. It's deeeee-lish!
Saturday - we finally got down to Galveston for weekend 1 of Mardi Gras. A little lame, but I did get to hear the Selena medley and I showed 'em how to do the cumbia & washing machine. Or rather, I think I showed them....I also got to shake booty at Gravity to Prince's P Control song. uh, hellooooo...1995 called and wanted their party back.....
Sunday - I do think that Jersey Boys is one of my favoritist Broadway shows. Sweet T blogged it best.

Which now brings me to this weekend. I've come to realize and remember what it was about traveling for work that caused me to have a nervous breakdown back in 2000. Traveling is not a big deal. It's when your flight gets cancelled (twice now) and your precious time off, which we shall call the weekend, has now been halfway wasted and is no longer your own. Delays and insensitive service reps are what cause the travel burnout. I'm so angry that I'm not even sure I can express myself professionally and/or succintly in a letter to Continental. But I am glad to be back home surrounded by my worldly goods & a kitty cat who acts like he missed me.