Born Yesterday
Life is weird.
Leading up to the Vegas trip I had talked myself into really craving the warm weather.
When I stepped off the plane late last night and walked outside the freezing air hit me in the face and I thought:
Thank God, I'm home.
Now don't get me wrong...I enjoyed going outside in shorts and a tee-shirt.
I enjoyed being around the excitement and craziness that is Vegas.
I really enjoyed making a speech in front of a packed room and having them all leave that room talking about me.
As I told one of my co-worker buddies from Syracuse:
"I didn't come here to make the second best speech."
I had jet-lag really bad.
I woke at about 2:30 for the 7 a.m. conference and then stayed out until 1:00 the following morning.
I'm 50!
I can't do that anymore!!
There were steaks.
Three of them.
One better than the last.
And then there was the frozen air hitting me in the face.
A lot of the people I met said:
"You're from Buffalo?"
Then they'd ask:
"How can you live there?"
We'd laugh, but what I should have said was:
"Very comfortably."
Sometimes it seems like we're born yesterday.
Never in quite the right place to feel content.
Our minds wander to faraway lands.
It's good to be home.
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