binglemumps

I’m sitting in a bar at the airport in Boise, Idaho. I haven’t seen ANYTHING here. Aside from my hotel room, the client’s office and restaurants. I might as well be in San Jose. Minus the Asian people.

Anyway, there is something really nice about having your own hotel room. Especially when you’re not paying. I almost feel like a jet-setting consultant (shut up ypyeo).

I had a glass of Riesling with dinner last night and another glass while waiting for my flight. When did I start drinking wine? In the middle of the day no less? Probably because I figured a bar would serve better wine than coffee (which it does, this coffee sucks).

Ok enough rambling, I need to finish this sorry excuse for caffeine and go pee.