Connecticut

I was in Connecticut for work this past week, but I might as well have been in Anywhere, USA. It's hotel, work, hotel, dinner, hotel, work, hotel...etc... We don't do or have time to do anything even remotely close to touristy. The only reason I knew I was in CT was because of people's license plates. "The Constitution State."

Come on, Mark Twain's home is in Hartford; I would have totally went to see that if we'd had more time.

I used to think people who complain about jet lag between the coasts should just quit whining and man-up. But when I got into Hartford at 12AM after flying for 8 hours (layover in Dallas), picked up the rental, got a bite to eat, checked into the hotel, and took a shower, it was nearly 3AM with a wake-up call at 7AM. Ew. It took us about 2-3 days to be un-tired.

The week was pretty much a blur, but the highlight was definitely the last night. Ryan, Don, and I went for some hibachi at Sake's Japanese something or another in Rocky Hill, Connecticut. I've never been to the type of place where the guy does all the cooking in front of me. We had plenty of sake, including when the chef was squirting it into our mouths with condiment bottles and seeing how much we could hold. Sake = good stuff. We got some sushi and sashimi, too. The latter of which I've never had. It's definitely more hardcore than sushi. Basically straight up raw fish chunks. Salmon and yellowtail tuna. Oh, it was gooood.

I made plenty of money this week with the OT and everything; it's probably the only perk of doing an East Coast job. Too bad it's just going towards student loans....only 25 years left!