A new standard in the way I choose to travel

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.