Normal Again

Sorry for the mini-freakout, I thought everyone was making fun of me, but alas, I was wrong. It really was a long way down, LOL.

Today, I went to a regional sales summit in Los Angeles....it lasted all day, which was OK, but some parts were ridiculously boring. Listening to some nerdy suit talk in a monotone voice about the benefit of using the internet to broaden the broadcast sales statement was the low point for me. I was glad when we left the convention and headed for dinner....and margaritas. Yum.

Just got home a bit ago and of course, because dinner was at a Mexican joint, I had a piece of a quesadilla. I feel sorry for Scott tomorrow who will have to suffer through my gas-butt as a result of my lactose insolence tomorrow. Although, what I did notice is that I am extremely sensitive to Spanish-speaking residents that live in San Diego or LA. One of the girls I work with (who is very nice I might add) flipped on our Mexican busser because he didn't understand that she didn't want him to take one of the plates away. So he left them all on the table because he was confused. When he returned, he was speaking to our waitress in Spanish and I realized that he didn't speak English. So I busted out my skills and told him that it was no big deal and explained the situation. However, the entire time I'm calmly telling him what's up, she's saying quite loudly, "Just leave THIS plate, take the others!"

Thankfully, he understood me and managed to escape the table before she worked herself up into a tizzy.

I really do understand the argument that if one works in the US, one should probably speak English, but what bothers me is that I wonder how I would feel if I was put in the same position as he. What if on a whim, Scott and I move to Italy and I'm trying to work there, maintain our lives and learn Italian? I can respect the difficulty of culture change, I suppose.

Anyway, random thought, it was just something that bothered me a bit tonight.

Other than that, the day brought nothing truly exciting or new. I learned (not surprisingly) that I can outdrink most of my coworkers and still walk better (and in heels) than pretty much all of them.

Tomorrow, we're going out on Scott's newly repaired boat. He bought it months ago, and because of all the repairs needed, we haven't been able to christen it. I think I'll take champagne, but to be safe I won't crack it on the bow. I'll just splash a little.

Sunday, we're going to the San Diego County Fair which is a huge deal every year here. It's pretty fun and it's a glorious excuse to eat ridiculously greasy food. However, I am feeling a bit hefty as of late so my new rabbit diet starts on Monday. Thus, I shall enjoy the fried-whatever that I eat this weekend.

Peace out, m'f'ers and sorry for the crazed "why isn't anyone proud of me" post from the other night. I think I ate some bad chicken or something.

MUAH!
Robincita