I've somehow managed to convince one of my clients that they should take me on their private jet.
We had some business to take care of in San Diego and a trip was in order. I even wore my suit. Whenever I wear my suit I feel very grown up.
Anyway, when we were touring my clients facility I looked across the plaza and was greeted with a very friendly sign: Horton Plaza.
The Mother Ship. I secretly starting plotting my escape from the group and all the things I would buy on my imaginary shopping spree. Luckily, I didn't have to initiate my exit strategy because my boss wanted to hit up the mall for a corn dog. Not a lie, Internet.
His corn dog craving lended itself perfectly to me buying an emergency outfit to go to a baseball game. For once in my life, I underpacked and brought no casual clothes for recreational activities. In 30 short minutes I bought shoes, pants and a top and was ready for the Padres game. Note to self: never underpack. You will ultimate regret it and have to spend $100 on an outfit that you don't even like.
By the time I got to my room, I was greeted with a lovely spread of chocolates and chilled sparkling lemonade. I considered chugging the lemonade straight from the bottle, but noticed champaign glasses and I started daydreaming of fancy parties and dancing until dawn and so I poured myself a glass and sat in my robe.
Oh and we did manage to take care of some business while we were there. So all-in-all it was a very successful business trip. I'm pretty sure I never want to fly commercial again.