I hate flying, as we have established. This probably goes a way toward explaining why I was sitting at my gate on Sunday getting hammered, but the rest of the trip was fantastic.
The conference itself was wonderful. I learned a lot, got to pet strange cats, and loaded myself with free swag that included a laser pointer and a mini lint roller. Cat conferences rock. I don’t know which part was better, my in-room jacuzzi or seeing a dear friend from Chicago for the first time in 10 years.
After the draining experience of taking two rather bumpy flights and a cab ride that probably shaved another five years off my life followed by a trek from the convention center to my hotel, I did not feel like going out for dinner. I used Uber Eats for the first time and discovered an amazing restaurant called Teriyaki Madness that was so delicious I ended up ordering it every night. It’s always nice eating in a hotel room because you don’t have to do the dishes and in my case I got to eat my dinner on the couch (yes, my room had a couch) without feline assistance.
Technically you aren’t supposed to leave the bar with alcohol but I gave the bartender a good tip and went to my gate to drink. Three hours after we were supposed to take off, we re-boarded and I started having a slightly tipsy anxiety attack. I was convinced we were going to die but I honestly didn’t care as much. At least until we started to land and the booze wore off.
Then, after everything, I managed to get sick. Someone was coughing on the plane and I have a terrible immune system so I ended up coming home from work early yesterday and going to the doctor. She said it’s a virus, so much like the terrifying plane ride I just have to ride it out. The clouds do look pretty from above though.
I had a great time walking in the wooded trails with one of my best friends a week or two ago and got the chance to try out my new phone camera. It’s supposed to be fancy-schmancy so I was looking forward to walking and hunting tarantulas with Karey.
Sadly we did not see any tarantulas. We did see lots of burrows but as it was looking like rain, no one was coming out. We did see several jumping spiders, bunnies, some bees, massive ants, and a handsome lizard. I also found out that my camera takes amazing pictures, even when zoomed in!
I did learn a lot about tarantulas, even though we didn’t get to see any. For instance, did you know that the majority of tarantulas you see just hanging around are Texas Tans? I didn’t! I knew that the one people keep as pets is the Rosy-Legged but Karey says that the wild population is suffering because most of them are captured in the wild for the pet trade, and that she predicts that the Texas Tan will be the new hotness. Sometimes I think I’d like a spider, as would my husband, but the cats would probably turn the tank over to get at the crawly friend. They already terrorized my elderly betta Parsley in his final months.
Honestly I think my favorite part of the walk was chatting with Karey about this and that, enjoying the evening and telling her basically the entire plot of my next project. She is as enthusiastic as me about it and I can’t wait to give her a copy. I’d really like to try going for more walks with her in the evening, since it’s getting so hot around here. It’s nice to just take it slowly and enjoy nature once in a while. Plus, tarantulas!