Catching Up, Quite Literally

Hi, Friends! I miss you. May I tell you what's been going on recently? I'd love to. Grab yourself an adult beverage because I have one and I don't really like to drink alone.

Ready? That's swell.

Seriously, is there anything better than a Bloody Mary with a side of Rob Lowe? I think not.

I took a vacation this weekend. A much needed vacation. My shoulders were tired from lugging a way too heavy carry-on bag and a brick of a laptop around airports, my feet were sore from wearing big girl shoes - I mean, work appropriate heels, and my eyes were apparently tired because the nerve under my left eye had been twitching consistently for the past ten days.

I earned this vacation.

But like I said the last time we needed to catch up, I'm always thinking about the little things I want to talk to you about, so I take photos so I can remember to tell you about them when I'm not crying under the flat screen monitors in the airport because my plane left without me. Which is a perfect segue...

Airports:

This is a reality for me. I spend a lot of time in them. You'd think that they'd be nicer to me since I try so hard to be considerately efficient in the security line, and I even take my liquids out of my suitcase, even though the hot-shot business travelers think that's lame sauce. But there were enough travel blunders this month to solidify a solid section in the post.

This is the most romantic airport photo I have this month. The nation's Capitol in the skyline, and a predictably late departure rising into the sky. Poetry, really. 

You all are well aware of my nail polish faux pas.

We don't really need to re-live it. I travel with nail polish because I will bite my nails down to my first knuckle if I don't wear it and chipped nail polish does nothing for my credibility in a business meeting.

And I am in desperate need of credibility right about now.

So that happened around 1:30am on a Wednesday, and I finally returned to Madison around 10:30pm that Thursday. However, my bag didn't arrive with me.

There are no more bags left on the belt.

By this time I thought I had paid my dues, but then a week later, I experienced a first - I missed my flight and had to stay overnight in Atlanta. Despite my dad lobbying with the gate agent to hold the flight, that flight was bound and determined to leave at exactly 8:40, even though it was technically the SAME FLIGHT NUMBER as the flight I was connecting with.

I'm getting over it, I swear.

Oh, Delta, I know you had some kind of karmic character-building intentions in leaving without me, thus delaying my vacation by fourteen hours, but I was having none of it. Thankfully Marriott loves me and likes to give me presents when I check in.

Fun Things!
But seriously, These things are fun and kind of strange but mostly just fun.

I GOT ANOTHER ROOM WITH A MURPHY BED.

 Do I look like a girl who is going to have a dinner party for six in my hotel room? Do I look like a girl who is going to teach a morning yoga class in my hotel room? Or do I just look like a girl who likes to fold her bed up into the wall in the morning?

I don't know which one it is, but it was GINORMOUS.

It had a pretty view, though.

I took this photo one morning through my hotel window. There's something inexplicably peaceful about seeing a body of a water and sushi restaurant out your window when you wake up in the morning. And then hosting a yoga class for all of your hotel buddies in your ginormous room.

I'm Making Real Life Progress.

My dad taught me how to make risotto. The recipe is in your near future, and just in time for summer. My god is this vegetable-filled creamy deliciousness one of the best things I have ever tasted.

Fo realz.

And I have conquered one of my New Year's Resolutions!