Princess Bride Blowing Bubbles

Let’s see… got an empty row on the flight to London, slept fitfully lying down, stayed there 10 hours and two meetings, then snagged an exit row seat on the flight back (had to beg, they normally sell these at premium rates;comfortable but no sleep, watched ‘The Departed’ and ‘The Good Shepperd’) and then managed to sleep 3 hours Wednesday night in Newark airport Hilton but more importantly take a shower and change clothing (about 26 hours since last shower before leaving home, ewww), flew to DC at 7AM, held meetings, dined out with local colleagues and finally crashed into bed for a full night’s sleep.

Got up this morning at 8AM, and caught my 11AM flight back home. Yesterday was hard between meetings, but as soon as stuff was going on, it was easy to stay awake. Today I’m fine.

Overall, this was easier that the marathon trips to Dubai with the 24 hours in transit and the 8 hour time difference.

Last weekend, we went to a friend’s wedding, in Michigan. During a walk in a local park, we found this little fella.

Since I’m flying Virgin Atlantic tonite, it seemed fitting.

Hand-Written Tags for the Party Favors at the Reception

Flying to London Tuesday night, getting there Wednesday morning for a day’s worth of meetings, then leaving that evening, sleeping in the Newark Airport Hilton, to catch a 7AM flight to DC for a day’s work there.

That’s right… one hotel night for three days away.

Despite appearances, we did not serve Brussel Sprouts at our wedding…

?!? – All Rights Reserved by Gregoire Glachant

I’m just looking at my coffee cup with a very dubious expression for some reason.

(posted to the future, Friday, for no good reason)

Ah, barely married and the Princess is already falling for another big guy with smelly farts…

(posted to the future as a surprise, yesterday)