I’ve gotten over my obligatory 12-15 hour period of post travel hate and acclimation to new things (“Fucking hell, shit is different here. I hate change.” – me, the first 12 hours I am anywhere new) and am now settling in on the part of the trip that I actually enjoy. Hit the conference and registered and got all the crap they handed out, plotted my day of events tomorrow, and feel ready.
Did some tooling around- picked up some fruit (lots of good apples and pears), a lot of water and other assorted drinks, and on the advice of the valets and the cleaning lady, drove 15 mins out of town to a taco stand in a gas station and ate some damned fine tacos. Note- when the sweet Mexican woman has a concerned look on her face and tells you “only use a little bit of the hot sauce,” you should listen up, Gringo.
My travel partner is stuck in Omaha. Apparently her plane caught fire and had to be emergency landed. At first the reports were that someone had been smoking in the bathroom, and I’m pretty sure there would have been a lynching on the plane if that had been true. Turns out they were actually legit on fire. They’ve deplaned and the airline ordered pizza for everyone, so I told her to just call me tomorrow and I will pick her up at the airport then.
I forgot my shirts (figures, the one town I go where they wouldn’t notice or care if I wore pants I remember them), so I am heading to the outlet mall on the outskirts of town to pick up a couple polo shirts size fat, then heading to Lotus of Siam for dinner. Turns out one of my fraternity brothers is also in town, and we have not seen each other for 20 years so we are going to meet up and hit the town.
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Dinner was pretty good. Had the green papaya salad at a 7 out of 10 on the heat scale, and then had crispy prawns with drunken noodles, which was tasty but a bit mild. I think tomorrow I may go back and get the Panang curry with crispy duck.
At any rate, I didn’t forget all my shirts. I brought button down short sleeve shirts for the conference and some grey t-shirts for bumming around the room, but not the Polo shirts I like to wear around at nightish.