Considerably smaller than Texas...

Well, after jonron's nagging, I figured I better post something!

It's weird - being so far away from home and in such a strange foreign place - you'd think that I'd have all kinds of things to say, but in truth most of the time I'm either so busy with work that I don't have time to post, or so lonely that I don't want to burden you all with my misery... (sob!)



Anyway - I'm currently posting from the Best Western Hotel in Corpus Christi, Texas. (We have a TRIM Customer here who needs some help with configuring their records management system, so Simon and I have been helping out. ) I'm not sure that I'd ever want to stay at the Worst Western. Or even the Average Western, but no matter...

Texas has been a pretty entertaining place to visit. Our efforts at finding a place to park ended in a church parking lot where the sign said "Clergy Only - Sinners Will be Prosecuted (and towed)" When we finally found the office, there was another giant sign on the door that informed us that
"under no circumstances were we allowed to bring out weapons indoors", and the green scrolling display in the elevator welcomed us to the building for June 28th, 1907 (the only functioning y2k crisis I've ever seen!).

We eventually found a pay parking place where you had to poke rolled up dollar bills through a miniscule hole into a giant tin box that matched the number of the position you parked in. Again, the sign said - "Use a key, stick or the official stuffer to insert bills"...

But the people here are wonderfully friendly, and I figured out why so many of them are all so fat! We had the most delicious enormous cheeseburgers and fries for about 4.95 - and with beer being 2$ a Pint, and 32 varieties on tap, there was plenty of indulging to be done...It was open mic night at the Corpus Executive Surf Club, and the talent on display was really pretty amazing. I guess for every hugely talented American musician, there are about 3 hundred pretty talented amateurs.

(Corpus Christi seems pretty proud of their 'surf''. I didn't have the heart to tell them how sad it was. There were some pretty stoked surfers around- hey, it's hurricane season!)

Early morning starts make me ever so weary - I got up at 3:30 to do the Dulles to Dallas flight, so It's time to retire. But I'll try to post more adventures soon!