Completely Self-Indulgent Travelogue Part I

If you’re looking for travel advice, you’re in the wrong place. Head over to see my friends Travel Betty and The Travel Coach for real, honest to goodness helpful hints. Me, I’m just going to tell you shit you already know. Like this little whoda-thunkit gem: Never, ever, ever fly Economy Class to Europe if you don’t have to.

Virgin Atlantic Upper Class, people. Do what you have to do, just get yourself a ticket. They have amazing sales from time to time.

Was the cabin perfect? No. (Parts were actually kind of ratty.) Was the décor exquisite? No. (Think gay bar, circa 1987.) Was the food delicious? No. (It was decent, but not memorable beyond the context.) However, and this is a big however, the experience as a whole was phenomenal.

Back in the saddle

So I had this plan, right? I thought my new project at work was scheduled to begin on Thursday, leaving me three blissful days to ruminate and write about my trip. (I work for a company that actually encourages these sorts of things.)

<SMACK!> Did you hear that? That was the cruel slap of reality across my tan and rested face. It’s Monday, and my week is already shot to hell.

So, friends, it’s gonna take some time. I’ve got stories to share and photos to post, but it may be slow-going. My next few weeks look hellacious. Lots of travel, lots of meetings, and not a lot of private time.  But I’ll get to it, bit by bit, I swear.

This whole “working” thing…I just don’t know. I don’t think I’m cut out for it.