Oh, is it time to leave already? I've been ready since Monday. :)
I ate so much delicious food that my jeans were starting to be a bit too tight on me. I tend to overeat at these events because I never know when my next meal will be, and I want to ensure that my hypoglycemia doesn't kick in.
I was astonished that so many men noticed and complimented my boots this trip. I was equally astonished that not one person commented on my hair. I typically get many remarks (not always complimentary) about it from strangers when out and about running errands.
This was an interesting week, once I got past my anxiety. Co-workers opened up to me, talking about a friend's death, a relative's death, a pet's death, and even their own mortality. Somehow I got caught up in my own bullshit and forgot not to judge because I don't know what people are going through. Fortunately, I think I compensated for that later on in a few heart-to-heart sessions, where I mostly listened and empathized. Here is your friendly reminder to have compassion when someone is annoying you, because they're probably going through some shit.
I managed to escape another chance to admit the death of my relationship. I'm hoping I either never have to talk about it at work (hi to you denial) or it will be long enough to say "oh I thought you knew, that was years ago."
I learned from a hungover co-worker that the hotel gift store doesn't sell chewing gum because it's too messy, which is ingenious.
I arrived a bit early at the train station, and the train was late, so I had lots of time to kill. I'd already eaten first and second breakfasts, so I decided it was time for elevenses. I asked the station agent to recommend a place in this tiny little town and was hoping he wouldn't suggest the mini-mart across the street at the Greyhound station. I was in the seedy underbelly of town. He suggested Dave's Rockin' BBQ and started describing some wonderful pit BBQ techniques. When I asked if they had that there, he said no. Huh.
I saw a random dude walk up in shitty looking camo outfit and thought he was doing the macho version of cosplay. I figured out when three more walked up in similar outfits that it's their SWAT Team. Who knew they even had one. Or maybe it's another city's using this town as a training session. They went straight to the BBQ place. So I'm assuming locals.
The food was mouthwateringly scrumptious, and I ate more than I meant to, while rocking out to old '70s tunes.
The train finally arrived and as I got on, I complimented my conductor's eyelashes. She then proceeded to give me an elaborate and detailed five minute tutorial on how to buy and install faux eyelashes. ProTip: Use bonding glue for weaves not eyelash glue.