a sandwich for a drink. and karaoke

I have finally caught back up with my life since returning from Thailand! I haven't had a chance to finish my hardcopy scrapbook, but my pictures are posted to Facebook Here, Here, and Here.

Meanwhile, since I've been in town, I've been getting back to my normal life of work and dancing and working out. I tried a few new dance things this week - I went west coast swing dancing for the first time, and I took a hip hop class. Both were different than I expected, but both were quite enjoyable, and perhaps I'll do each again. Meanwhile, neither excited me nearly as much as lindy hop.

Saturday night I went to Marcia's going away dinner at South City Kitchen which I'd heard of many times, and had never eaten there, but it was delicious. After dinner I met up with a bunch of people for Jamie's b-day at the kareoke place. It was my first time going to a karaoke bar where you get your own room. Normally it starts out with a bar full of people, and by the time I'm done with the song, I have my own room, but to start that way?? haha no, just kidding. It was awesome though. I helped close out the night with Chicago's "All that Jazz", and it was awesome.

I spent all week at work (and the past 3 weeks) preparing a bid for a project, and I think this is the first bid that I have spent this much time and effort on. Hopefully we'll get the project and I'll get to keep working on it. Finishing it at the last minute, I rushed out of the office to deliver the bid, and then off to the airport. I figured since my flight was a 6:30 flight, I'd pick up some dinner at the airport, but rushing in, I only had time to get a "to go" dinner. I brought my sandwich on the plane, and ate half of it. The middle aged guy sitting next to me sat down, and took one look at my sandwich and says "what can I offer you for the other half of your sandwich?" he was joking, but I was full after half, and so I gave him the other half. In exchange, he bought me a drink when the cart came around. Not a bad deal. He was actually one of the more interesting people I've sat next to on a plane. He is an ex-navy pilot who flew in 'nam and then came back and became a lawyer. He had come from Tulsa to the SE to buy a jet (his second). He showed me pictures, and you could tell he was excited. The conversation was great over the next two hours, and I must say, I am not sure if it was the conversation or the fact that my last flight was 15 hours, but we landed in no time.

When I arrived in Tulsa, my colleague Mike and I were staying in different hotels since each hotel just had one room available when we booked. My hotel however has no workout room. I make a point to work out when I'm on the road because a) I eat a lot worse and a lot more on the road, and b) there's usually nothing else to do. I have seen my share of hotel "fitness centers" which are often a bedroom with no beds, but replaced with a treadmill and a stationary bike. No air circulation, and a 30"TV about a foot in front of the treadmill. blah. But this Holiday Inn gets you a pass to the gym down the road for free. So I headed over to the gym, and I was awed. The gym was huge with brand new equipment, and a nice set up. Maybe I'll work out extra while I'm here. but on the way home from the gym at 10:00, I was hungry since I'd eaten a half sandwich for dinner at 6:00, so I got some ice cream. Not the best idea after working out, but it sure was yummy!

planned to arrive back home in 2 days, but until then, I will be in the plant here doing what I do.