I'm home. Nothing spectacular about it, but it took long enough. When I flew to Louisville, I wore a sweatshirt. I thought I was going to have a heat stroke before I got off the plane at my destination.
Today I wore a tee shirt. It snowed in Denver, and not only that, we didn't get to use a jetway. We had to deplane outside and walk to the terminal through the snow.
Airport people are always fun. There was the bossy lady who treated a waitress like her dog. It really doesn't take much effort to say please and thank you, but it was beyond this lady. There seem to be a lot more of the big backpack crowd. They're always in a hurry or posing somewhere, just in case LL Bean might be watching. They're the ones who huff when someone in a wheelchair gets ahead of them.
Stalking a source of power in the terminal is a popular pastime. Gadgets need recharging, and travel can be an all day ordeal.
I saw many more paper books this trip than the last time. When I went to Atlanta, everyone was into YouTube videos. This time there were books, mostly paper ones. I saw a few Kindles and iPads being used for reading, but maybe I ought to take the hint. The video crowd seemed to all be watching movies this time. Have YouTube videos run their course? I doubt it, or after my last trip I could have declared books have run their course.
I read half a book myself, and will try to get the rest done with some priority. It is an ARC read for a friend, and I don't want her to wait forever.
I swear the stewardess from Denver to Boise said, “The CRJ 700 has had all the seat cushioning removed, and all the lumbar support removed for your convenience. United wants you to remember your trip for the next few weeks.”
These seats were plastic with leather, but no padding at all. I'm going to remember this trip by not being able to crawl out of bed tomorrow.
I never did get out to one of the tasting rooms in Louisville. Bourbon was tasted, just not in that format. Last night we had a hosted event by Michter's. They brought a bourbon, an American whiskey, and a rye. I sampled all of them, then had a glass of Bourbon and a glass of rye.
We went over to 4th street. This is a closed off street, and reminded me a bit of Fremont Street in Las Vegas. The crowd wanted to eat at a raw bar, but I already ate at the tasting. I had a nice glass of Angel's Envy, and it was lighter than the others, but very good. We walked right past the Jim Beam Place. I decided I was going there after the crowd finished eating.
I walked down, and they closed at 9:00. How strange is that? An alcohol producer, with a presence at party central, and they close at nine on a Friday night. I got to look through the window. It doesn't make a bit of sense to me, but that's what happened.
Other nights I dedicated myself to Woodford Reserve, several of the higher end Jim Beam products, like Booker's etc. It may seem like a lot, but I was there for several days.
Mom, if you're reading this, I got my vegetables on the road. All corn, and plenty of it.
I'm very close on my edits for The Enhanced League. I just don't think I'm going to get to them tomorrow. It's my only day off, and I kind of need it.