hotel room: 16 hours too many and i'm ready for this trip to be over.

i'm wallowing.

let me.

facebook and text message friends are already familiar with this...

but sunday night left me with nothing to be desired.

my mom {and any mode of transportation} parted ways with me at best western in the early afternoon.

in my perfectly planned, well coordinate and scheduled world, i would have then gone on a date, filling the few hours of down time between the first half of my trip where my mom and i served as packing + moving slaves at my grandma's house and the second half of my trip, full of engineers and intense talk of roads and bridges.

not to dwell on it or anything, but by now, we all know: that didn't happen.

so instead.... i changed into my pajamas, climbed in bed, and lived in my hotel room.

remember - early afternoon.

i blogged.

i bloggers-give-back-ed.

i worked.

i think i even napped, but i don't really remember.

until i got hungry.

that's when i

and my pajamas

and my bed head

and the giant purple purse

ventured out to find something to eat.

without transportation.

you guys, i could have passed for brian david mitchell.

the hilarity of it all killed me

hence the "i am literally wandering the streets of st george in my pajamas looking for something to eat.  if it weren't for marc jacobs, i'd look homeless." facebook update.

{much thanks to jenna who actually called and saved me from this moment}

diet coke + a cheeseburger later, i was back at my temporary home... the one i didn't miss at all.

that's when ryan checked in. ryan, the only client i'd travel across country with, share a hotel room with, and ride the straddle rides with at lagoon.  the ONLY ONE!

putting a face to the name, here's ryan:

r: i'm facebook stalking you.  being that i'm already out of school, does that mean i can no longer look for a suga mama to date via text?

a: not advisable.  my life is a joke, right?

r: well, that info would have been useful earlier... lousy weekend for you.  it could be worse.  you could live with damon :)

{his roommate is a video game addict and i am dying to stage an intervention.}

a: ... or you could have spent the last three days packing your grandparents house.  my grandma's husband is dying and dillusional... often seen throwing up and naked on the dining room floor......

r: yuck.  that is a terrible weekend.  we should meet up for a non work related lunch when you are back.  hopefully the rest of the trip improves.

a:  a non work related lunch sounds refreshing.  the co-workers fly in tomorrow for a round of meetings... the next few days should go without incident.  pathetic that engineering is my safe place?

r:  an uncommon realization...

and on and on.

what a welcomed relief from a truly crappy week.

i mean, what else could make me long for a conference room full of engineers and plan sets?

is this trip over yyyyyyyyyet?