Bitter
I’m in Seattle — flew in Tuesday afternoon and am getting on a plane in another four hours to come home. I was able to walk around the downtown area for a bit yesterday evening, and it’s a fine city.
As I’ve said before, when I travel for work, I rarely get a chance to see anything other than airports and hotels, but this time I’m here more as an observer than as a worker (which means I’ve gotten to bed at a reasonable hour, ate dinner before 10 in the evening, and woke up after 5:30). The funny thing is that when one thinks of Seattle, they usually mention one of two things: rain and coffee. Well, it’s rained since I landed and within a three block radius of my hotel I’ve counted 14 different coffee shops. (People used to mention grunge with Seattle, but does that even mean anything anymore? It’s like Lillian saying we’re yuppies. I think if I broke out a flannel shirt and a Nirvana CD, I’d be asked to leave the city.)
Of course, the worst thing is not seeing Kristen or the monster (we’ve begun calling him the monster lately, though not because he’s bad, but because he’s the least monster-y of any baby I’ve ever had the pleasure to give raspberries on their stomach). I’ll call home, and Kristen will hold the phone up to Henry so I can hear him gurgle, but it’s so far from being the same.
Kristen took a picture today and sent it to me, and it made me so happy, I actually welled up a bit during my meeting. Luckily, nobody else saw me. I don’t want complete strangers to see me not being manly. It’s not good for my image.
November 13th, 2008 at 4:57 pm
Now you can start the fun dad tradition of bringing home gifts from business trips. When I was little sometimes I would actually get excited when my dad was leaving because it meant I’d get free shit in a day or two. I was a deprived child.
November 14th, 2008 at 8:26 am
Cutest. Photo. Ever.