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What a relaxing trip!
As I had guessed, my feet didn't let me dance much at the square dance convention. So I slept late, sat on the sidelines frequently, and picked my favorite times to dance. I enjoyed the heck out of what I did do. (As luck would have it,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rfrench's intermittent foot problem (dorsal bunion) was acting up as well, so at least we were well-matched.)
There was NOTHING else for us to do at this convention. Other fun activities were "within walking distance" which meant I didn't do them. Heck, just walking around in the hotel was daunting enough. I ventured out for food only twice. Even the hotel pool was closed for renovations! There was nothing, nothing, nothing to do.
As a result, I had the most relaxing vacation I've had in a long time. Neitherrfrench nor I made any attempt to switch to East Coast time; we slept when we wanted to and didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. After all, there was more dancing than we could do, so why not? When our feet gave out we sat and chatted with folks, or we went to visit rfrench's parents, or we caught up on sleep. After all the dancing was over for the evening we hung out in the bar with friends every night, gossiping and planning world domination. It was fantastic.
The flight home was not so fantastic. American decided to cancel our connecting flight to Chicago, no reason, no apology, no "we'll put you up for the night". With a large amount of effortrfrench managed to get us rebooked on Northwest to San Francisco. (Too bad that wasn't our destination.) This effort involved both of us running around the airport a bunch, definitely not my favorite way to build up foot pain. Of course the flight we got was the last thing out and was leaving in twenty minutes. Of course we were selected by security for the full search. Fortunately, a guy with a feepy-cart took us from security to the gate in record time. He was awesome. We then had a connection in Minneapolis, where they have an excellent feepy-cart system with designated waiting points and everything -- well, everything but actual carts, that is. We walked. I sat on the moving sidewalks. Finally at San Francisco we at least had a good cab driver for the long ride home.
My kitties were very, very happy to see me.
Now that I've been back at work for a day and a half I'm back to my pre-trip stress levels. Gotta do something about that. More square dance conventions, yeah, that's the ticket. :-)
As I had guessed, my feet didn't let me dance much at the square dance convention. So I slept late, sat on the sidelines frequently, and picked my favorite times to dance. I enjoyed the heck out of what I did do. (As luck would have it,
rfrench's intermittent foot problem (dorsal bunion) was acting up as well, so at least we were well-matched.)There was NOTHING else for us to do at this convention. Other fun activities were "within walking distance" which meant I didn't do them. Heck, just walking around in the hotel was daunting enough. I ventured out for food only twice. Even the hotel pool was closed for renovations! There was nothing, nothing, nothing to do.
As a result, I had the most relaxing vacation I've had in a long time. Neither
rfrench nor I made any attempt to switch to East Coast time; we slept when we wanted to and didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. After all, there was more dancing than we could do, so why not? When our feet gave out we sat and chatted with folks, or we went to visit rfrench's parents, or we caught up on sleep. After all the dancing was over for the evening we hung out in the bar with friends every night, gossiping and planning world domination. It was fantastic.The flight home was not so fantastic. American decided to cancel our connecting flight to Chicago, no reason, no apology, no "we'll put you up for the night". With a large amount of effort
rfrench managed to get us rebooked on Northwest to San Francisco. (Too bad that wasn't our destination.) This effort involved both of us running around the airport a bunch, definitely not my favorite way to build up foot pain. Of course the flight we got was the last thing out and was leaving in twenty minutes. Of course we were selected by security for the full search. Fortunately, a guy with a feepy-cart took us from security to the gate in record time. He was awesome. We then had a connection in Minneapolis, where they have an excellent feepy-cart system with designated waiting points and everything -- well, everything but actual carts, that is. We walked. I sat on the moving sidewalks. Finally at San Francisco we at least had a good cab driver for the long ride home.My kitties were very, very happy to see me.
Now that I've been back at work for a day and a half I'm back to my pre-trip stress levels. Gotta do something about that. More square dance conventions, yeah, that's the ticket. :-)
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I usually make up names for people, like "Computer Guy." He's the guy who works on our computer. (His real name is Doug. I finally admitted we didn't know his name and we called him Computer Guy.)
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I make up names for coworkers if I post about them in LJ. In my previous job, I had a little comedy going between Talker (who dropped into people's offices from time to time and would take upwards of an hour to drop back out again) and Confused (who would come to us with weird bugs that usually turned out to be him not building his code cleanly). Teammate (a competent engineer) and Lunch Date (the person who stood me up most often for meals) made guest appearances.
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