I’ve been traveling for work this week. It’s been my first travel for Corporate Behemoth, and Oh. My. God. Let’s talk about decadent. Cabs. Gigantic meals. Gigantic meals before receptions where I would normally be filling up on appetizers because I am From The Midwest. It’s been an adjustment.
Now, I’m hanging out, taking a long weekend and meeting up with My Gay Eighth Grade Boyfriend, a true gem and kindred spirit. He’s meeting me tomorrow, leaving me free to flit about the city today. I conquered my fear of public transportation and took the train around to a couple of museums.
Usually, I love art. But today, I was just out of sorts. Part of it is the exhaustion that accompanies three days of stressful meetings – including one where I was basically demoted. And part of it is that I am uncomfortable with free time. I know this.
So, I wandered about and decided that none of the art was really bringing me joy. So, I went shopping. As you do.
I spent $14.90.
And then I went back to the hotel.
It’s Friday night and I’m in an amazing city, free to do whatever I want.
And what I want is to eat take-out and watch the NAACP Image Awards in my pajamas. Because sometimes you’re just fucking tired, you know?