Saturday, July 19, 2008

Today in a Nutshell


Lest you think I just play around when I'm out of town for work--here was today's itinerary:

-6:20 AM. Wake up in L.A.'s Omni Hotel--I loved my bed there.
-8 AM. No time for breakfast. . .snag a granola bar while I stand on the street. . .waiting--always waiting.
-8:30 AM. Catch a shuttle bus to the L.A. Convention Center (Next to the Laker's Staples Center). I could get used to being chauffeured.
-9 AM. Check my luggage in to bag check. Hope it's there when I get back.
-9:10-11 AM. Walk the show floor & score myself a new pair of mittens. Bought some great things for the store & sifted through a lot of JUNK, too.
-11:15 AM. Take another shuttle to the California Market Center.
-11:30 AM. Walk the L.A. Fashion, Textile, and Flower Districts. This sounds glamorous, but it really isn't. It smells like urine, my flip flops stick to the cement, it's hot, and I'm the only white girl for miles. I hold only my purse for fear it will be snatched at any moment & keep my toenails painted just in case I meet an untimely demise.
-1:40 PM. Shuttle back to the Convention Center.
-2 PM. Pick-up bag from coat check.
-2:15 PM. Taxi to L.A.X.
-2:30 PM. The waiting for departure. I return calls, finger through my order sheets, play my GameBoy, read, and listen to people's random conversations. I think they call it eavesdropping.
-4:25 PM. Flight to SLC. Relatively uneventful--except that the girl next to me keeps jabbing my arm with her skinny little elbow. I seriously have a bruise!
-7:30 PM MST. Shuttle to my car. I spent a LOT of time being shuttled. By this time, I'm tired & have that gross travelers aura.
-8 PM. Drive to Provo.
-8:50 PM. Stop at Target for a blow dryer (mine died last week & Kimmy's dryer is out of town).
-9:30 PM. Stop and the grocery store. Sister & brother-in-law are coming for dinner.
-10 PM. Unpack. I'm a freak about unpacking as soon as I get home from a trip. It's one of my weird quirks.
-10:30 PM. Mail and general household maintenance.
-Midnight. . . I earned my wage.

2 comments:

Kimmy said...

Oh my gosh!! he only things that stuck with me in that whole thing is the lack of blow drier and here I am wishing that I could take as good of care of you as you do me. I love you and have missed you so much Mickey!

Lois said...

Oh yes, my old stomping grounds. My nickname for years and years was "that white girl." Now I remember why I never go back there (though my parents still love it).

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