Boot Camp day #4
4 hours later.
Wake-up.
Starbucks.
Class.
Learn.
Now we're learning the treatment planning system which I will never train, but it's knowledge I need to know none-the-less. We have lunch at In-n-Out Burger. This place is very cool and operates on a very neat principle: 3 items on the menu (Double burger, single and single w/ cheese), fresh cut french fries, and cash only. The greasy double burger that fits perfectly in my hand soaks up the remaining alcohol nicely and the fries are crisp and extremely fresh. Return to class in the instructors rented convertible 2005 Mustang. It's hot, dry and nice outside and the convertible let's you enjoy all that at 55mph.
After class I get back to the hotel, check email, talk to my lady in Arlington and then head to the fitness center to work-out. I get a text message from my colleague saying we're meeting in the lobby with the Australians and going to New York New York for dinner and what else? Drinking. Ma lady calls me and informs me that there are some great fares to New York City for Christmas (serendipity) I say we wait til next year when I can cash-in some miles and points I have yet to earn and get the trip paid-for. She agrees and I finish my exercise.
I change into jeans and meet in the lobby. We get to New York New York, head straight to the pizza restaurant and chow down on a thick slice of supreme pizza. I normally wouldn't eat so much white bread, but I was hungry. Wash that down with a Michelob Ultra and a Sugar-Free Red Bull not at the same time of course. Grab a Miller Lite at the piano bar that's been blaring Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody for the past 12 minutes. Get inside the piano bar drink another M.L. accompanied by a Jager-Bomb and wait for the bomb to go off in my belly. The bread is creating a blockage that doesn't allow my drunk to "get on". I'm tired of this bar, I grab another Michelob Ultra and walk around the casino, these casinos are all starting to look alike to me. I find another cover band on a stage and they suck even at playing Maroon 5's This Love. I order a bourbon and soda and walk-off before the waitress returns. I play a $.25 slot machine to get a free drink and it works...bourbon and soda please. I return the piano bar, it's still lame I walk down to the Mandalay Bay to catch the shuttle back to the hotel. There I watch about 3 minutes of an epileptic keyboard a and very friendly saxophonist play this jazz progression over and over again. Time to catch the shuttle, but it's 45 mintutes late and I eavesdrop on what sounds like to me military men talk about the fubar-ed Hurricane Katrina rescues and supply drops. I get to bed at about 1AM.
Wake-up.
Starbucks.
Class.
Learn.
Now we're learning the treatment planning system which I will never train, but it's knowledge I need to know none-the-less. We have lunch at In-n-Out Burger. This place is very cool and operates on a very neat principle: 3 items on the menu (Double burger, single and single w/ cheese), fresh cut french fries, and cash only. The greasy double burger that fits perfectly in my hand soaks up the remaining alcohol nicely and the fries are crisp and extremely fresh. Return to class in the instructors rented convertible 2005 Mustang. It's hot, dry and nice outside and the convertible let's you enjoy all that at 55mph.
After class I get back to the hotel, check email, talk to my lady in Arlington and then head to the fitness center to work-out. I get a text message from my colleague saying we're meeting in the lobby with the Australians and going to New York New York for dinner and what else? Drinking. Ma lady calls me and informs me that there are some great fares to New York City for Christmas (serendipity) I say we wait til next year when I can cash-in some miles and points I have yet to earn and get the trip paid-for. She agrees and I finish my exercise.
I change into jeans and meet in the lobby. We get to New York New York, head straight to the pizza restaurant and chow down on a thick slice of supreme pizza. I normally wouldn't eat so much white bread, but I was hungry. Wash that down with a Michelob Ultra and a Sugar-Free Red Bull not at the same time of course. Grab a Miller Lite at the piano bar that's been blaring Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody for the past 12 minutes. Get inside the piano bar drink another M.L. accompanied by a Jager-Bomb and wait for the bomb to go off in my belly. The bread is creating a blockage that doesn't allow my drunk to "get on". I'm tired of this bar, I grab another Michelob Ultra and walk around the casino, these casinos are all starting to look alike to me. I find another cover band on a stage and they suck even at playing Maroon 5's This Love. I order a bourbon and soda and walk-off before the waitress returns. I play a $.25 slot machine to get a free drink and it works...bourbon and soda please. I return the piano bar, it's still lame I walk down to the Mandalay Bay to catch the shuttle back to the hotel. There I watch about 3 minutes of an epileptic keyboard a and very friendly saxophonist play this jazz progression over and over again. Time to catch the shuttle, but it's 45 mintutes late and I eavesdrop on what sounds like to me military men talk about the fubar-ed Hurricane Katrina rescues and supply drops. I get to bed at about 1AM.
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