Hi Honey! I’m Home! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 17, 2001, midnight
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Ah. Back on my own computer at home. How strange and wonderful this feels. Funny how, because of the time difference, it takes two full days to get over there and only one to get back! Yeah, the body really takes a lickin’ when it goes round the world and back.

I would just like to take a moment to mention the miracle white pill called Ambien . When I woke from a deep and peaceful slumber just an hour before my flight from Tokyo landed, you would have thought I was some kind of sleep goddess. People were looking at me in awe, for some reason. I usually have a very hard time sleeping on a plane. You would think this Ambien was like nectar from heaven or something. I actually had to ask the guy sitting next to me if I did something strange or outrageous while I was asleep. He said no, but that my passed-out-cold state was impressive.

Get this, after I woke up a guy sitting catty-corner to me started talking to me. Fairly casual conversation. I must have bent over at some point in such a way that my tattoo on my lower back was exposed and he asked me the meaning of it. I didn’t want to get into it at the moment (especially with my boss sitting right there), so I told him it was a secret and turned back around in my seat. At the end of the flight he gave me his business card. I just stuffed it into my bag, but as I was unpacking some things earlier, I noticed the back of the card. It read:

“Please write. Perhaps dinner in [my city] sometime. I’d like to know your secret.

[Insert e-mail here].

Put ‘flight from Japan’ in subject. I delete too fast.”

Ew. That was the tip of the iceberg for the kind of guys I met on this trip. I tell you, it could have been a very, very interesting trip. It’s a joke in my industry (as I’m sure it is in most industries) that anything goes when you’re traveling “On Passport”. I had more discreet and some not-so-discreet offers on this trip than I have ever had on a business trip! And I was working my ass off! I don’t really feel like I ripped it up as much as I usually do (out-on-the-town-wise).

I will tell you this: I was extremely hung over on Friday morning—-especially during the flight from Hong Kong to Tokyo—Unbeknownst to my boss who thinks I went back and packed at the hotel after dinner Thursday night.

Hah! No! As I wrote in my last entry, I went to Felix at the top of the Peninsula Hotel. Okay, not only did I go to Felix…I ended up more than closing the place with Jeff (the groovy big-wig guy from work) and a couple of guys from the India office. By the time the place closed, our conversation had gotten lively and colorful and hilarious! We ended up comparing the views from the restrooms. Even though the men’s room at Felix is famous for the spectacular view from the urinals, we decided that the view from the women’s room is better.

The staff finally booted us.

I ended up having to pack right before we left. I’m sure my pores were oozing with that boozy smell all morning and probably most of the afternoon. Yuk.

If my body hated me before this trip, it loathes me now.

It is now 4:30am on Saturday. My internal clock is way off. I think I will be up reading diaries for a little while.

Then, if I’m up for it, I want to go to the old 9:15 aerobics class. I haven’t gone in probably two months!

So much more to write! I started rambling for a while there and ended up with more than 6500 characters, so I had to edit. Those stories need entries to themselves.

I think I’m gonna crawl back in bed for a little while. I’m starting to feel sleepy again. I hope I can use this weekend productively enough to switch my internal clock back without too much trauma.

So, other stories will have to wait for now!

Oh, just one more thought and then I’m outta here: I have this feeling that LDL is reading again. I am going to make a promise to myself not to let that affect my words from now on. LDL: if you want to read, it’s completely up to you. I can’t stop you. But I’m not going to hold back in here any more. This is my outlet and I’m not going to stifle my thoughts. I still love you very much. I just want to live my life, OK?

Until later…


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