On Business
I had to do a little road trip for work. It was kind of fun saying to everyone (waiters, hotel front desk people) “Ya, I’m here on business.” I could see myself doing more of such trips. The charm of staying in a hotel room runs out, once you turn a certain age, but for me, the fun is going some place I’ll never be again, eating at their restaurants, meeting people I’ll never talk to again. Kind of weird, but I dig it.
This trip was to Los Olivos, a tiny townof about 5,000 people surrounded by wine country just north of Santa Barbara. At night, you could hear so many crickets and frogs that it sounded like you were camping in the woods. After I had gotten my work done at the site, I asked a local about what restaurant I should go to. It turns out that the restaurant from Sideways was just a block from me, so I went, and ate, and drank a bottle of really good wine. That’s the fun part of these business trips.