Riverwalk

So here I am in the midst of San Antonio. It's a nice place I guess, but when you go on a trip, you generally only get to see one or two parts of any city/area before you have to move on. Particularly for business trips, that is sometimes limited to the hotel you're staying in and (maybe) a few blocks around it. This doesn't take into consideration trams or taxis or any other Alternative Transportation, and of course dining may vary from venue to venue.

Anyway, long story short I'm here and it's pretty neat. I hate dressing up (the looks I got when I arrived from the plane flight with jeans + t-shirt were classic), but if it's what I have to do I'll do it. Hell, today isn't the worst part. Today I'm just taking one of the courses my company creates. It's Wednesday when the real shit hits the (real) fan, because then we're talking about ties and button-ups.

Boy, I can't wait.

So with that said, the plane flight was a cramped, awful affair, and with 40 less pounds on me would've been just about the same. The seat width + knee room was non-existent, and somewhere between Memphis and here I finally got to sleep by leaning my head back and trying my best not to notice the other uncomfortable people around me.

I hadn't flown in the past 4 years. Now I remember why.