Yesterday morning, I woke up to a siren... and then a voice saying... Warning, this is not a test, a fire has been detected on your floor. Please proceed to the nearest stairwell and exit... or something to that effect.

Yeah, at the Marriott, the fire alarm went off, at 6:20am. I had my alarm set for 6:30, so I missed out on a solid 10 minutes of sleep! Hey, 10 minutes could mean the world to me. Well, we all kind of go to the stairwells, walk outside. Some people really took it seriously... because women were in nighties, some guy was ONLY wearing boxers, etc. I took a few seconds to throw on my glasses, and some clothes... even a bra.



(Ugghh - Blogger just shut on me and lost the rest of my post!!)

I was pretty pissy that my sleep was interrupted and that my customers were seeing me with bed head, morning breath, and tank and shorts... but then I saw this, and suddenly, I was not so upset..




Then about 6:30 they let us get back into our rooms. When I went back into my room, I noticed that same rainbow above the golf course.




I was running behind, so I hurried into the shower (where the alarm went off - again, but I just stayed in the shower). I got dressed and ran down to breakfast before my meeting.

I was in meetings all day, one of which I had to do a 30 min presentation. After that the whole group had lunch and hit the golf course!

It had FINALLY stopped raining, and the weather cleared up for us, though it was really balmy. We played at TPC Heron Bay, and I actually had a pretty good game, especially considering that I am a pretty lousy golfer. On one hole, a par 3, my drive landed on the green, about 3 feet from the pin. Yeah, I rock.



After golfing, we all went back to the hotel to shower up before dinner. One of the guys in my conference offered to come to my room to help me, or discuss work, or something... Yeah, I am one of few females in my male dominated construction field. It gets weird sometimes, but I will explain more about that later...

We had dinner, networked, talked a bunch. Then I stayed out with a few of the guys from our group drinking a bit until pretty late. I was also raving about a product I use a lot to the rep that worked for the particular company. He was pretty amused that I loved his product so much. I was selling it to the other people in my group, essentially.

Finally, I went to bed about 1:30, and had to be back downstairs in my meeting again at 7:00am... which I am struggling.

I must talk about something... so, I am in a male dominated field, and construction/maintenance workers have a reputation of being, well, less than perfect gentlemen. Also, I think most people that travel, especially alone, are men, making me a bit of an anomaly. Well, men then give me some stereotypes... one is that I am a super slut and will sleep around on my trips, another is my company sent me to flirt, and possibly sleep around and finally they think I am just some random at the hotel, I could not possibly be with their conference. Which makes it funny when you start telling me weird things about your sexual adventures last weekend... and then you see me, at your conference the next morning. Oh, and I haven't been on a trip yet, where I didn't have the chance to bang a married man - in fact, this trip the option was there the Tuesday night BEFORE my Thursday conference started! Funny.

If you are an avid reader of my blog, which I don't even think my Mother holds this title, you probably know I like to go out. I work from home, so as soon as 5:00pm hits, I am out of this house!

Well, last night was no different... Except, when I woke up this morning, on the bathroom floor, I realized that maybe my going out needs to not involve Tequila. I will say though, the only thing worse than waking up on the bathroom floor, is waking up on the bathroom floor with your hair and clothing reeking of cigarette smoke... Thankfully that is illegal in Washington public places ;)

First I met a friend at Belltown Pizza. We had the Margherita pizza and I had some Full Sail Draft while my friend Vishal was drinking Mack and Jack's, I think. I've always liked the pizza at Belltown Pizza. The crust is not too thick and still has a bit of flour on it - which I love. Plus, they have decent prices for Belltown.

After that we went to Del Rey. We met Vishal's friends because one of his friends was moving to San Fran the next day. This is where the Tequila came in... Shots were had around the table... And I think more than one. We stayed there for awhile and Vishal's friends went home.

He and I then went to Tost in Fremont for Marmalade. Marmalade is like improve for like funk/hip hop? It was amazing really and so much fun. The bar was pretty packed for a Thursday night, but not too packed where you cannot get around. I liked the decor, and the walls are dark with swirlie type designs. I also liked the type of people there, so different than Belltown. No one was dressed up or down too much and everyone I seemed to meet was just really chill. Oh and this was one of those bars that actually had a good ratio of men to women, not all men like many bars. Two cons though... the bathrooms are singles and unisex and they did charge a cover, which I think this is the first time I have ever been to a bar that charges cover - except for the "dance" type clubs in Pioneer Square, or if it's a "concert".

As many people know, I can drink beer all day, but alcohol, I cannot handle, even just 1 or 2 shots. I guess it is true, that old saying, one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor... Which leads me to the floor... Apparently I came home and then my myfriend had called cuz he was across the street. He came over after he was at Belltown Billards... He was being kind of weird, sometimes he gets... I don't know... he is kind of sensitive... I don't want to get into my theory as to why... but apparently I didn't want him there, as it gave me reminders of the early behavior of my crazy ex...I guess. I yelled at him to leave, or something... He gave me a blanket and pillow in my bathroom and then I fell asleep (which was very nice!). It has been a long time since I felt the need to sleep on the bathroom floor! I am not really sure what I said to him, but apparently it was not so nice because he was pretty mad at me. Alcohol is stupid, and I am back to just beer and wines for now. Anyway, sorry Moss if I said anything mean, but you know, it happens. People do stupid shit when they are drunk that they do not often remember.

Oh here is a video I wanted to share. This was taken in the end of March when my friend Tom and I went to Pulsbo, to his step-sisters house, for Easter. We were on the ferry and it was SO SO windy. It is poor quality, but you get the idea.