… my first 60 hours here have been an absolute whirlwind of non-stop throwing down, celebration style. I should have expected no less, I guess.
After working straight through on Thursday night, I caught my Friday morning flight to SFO on time, but couldn’t seem to fall asleep on the plane. After a nice 3 hour delay at SFO, I made it back to Seattle safely, albeit a bit on the tired side. After a shower to recharge, as it were, I headed out with M&A to grab dinner, and from that point forward it’s been on.
Between barhopping, randomly bumping into people, stopping by B&B’s NYE pre-function (which I stayed at for so long that I never actually went to the party itself), both NYE afterparties (one public, one not), and CF’s going away party last night, I’ve at least seen most of the people it was important for me to see while I was in town (SM, WT, RU, and my family remain notable exceptions). The downsides being that I’ve only slept — at most — 10 hours since Thursday morning; that only 6 of those hours were in a bed; and that none of those hours have been at, well, M&A’s (where I’m “staying”). It’s now Monday. Anyway, I feel like kind of a loser going to bed at 9:30 in the morning, but I just got home an hour or so ago from last night’s festivities, and I have to get some sleep if I want to get anything done today. Or tomorrow. Or Wednesday. Etc.
BTW: While all of this may sound bad, I thought I’d take this opportunity to let you know that you still have nothing to worry about…
