Welcome to D.C!!! So yesterday I've got a flight from San Diego to D.C with a lay over in Vegas. Vegas much to my surprise has slot machines in the airport, then again now that I think of it, it would be me to surprise if the town didn't.
So I'm in Vegas and my flight has this three hour delay, needless to say I hit the bar and damn if I didn't meet some characters. Most notably a woman who claimed to be a bartender, and a "freelance zookeeper". Yes, a freelancer, I didn't know if zookeepers had a union or something to that affect apparently if the zoo's have problems with their animals they call her (or Mike Vick). Not quite sure why a zoo would be calling her, but apparently zoo's often can't contain their wild. Being ever so intrigued I asked her how she got into it and she was so kind as to explain "oh no honey, it's just part time" and that was the end of her zookeeper tales. Her bill comes, her card gets declined and some stranger happily agrees to pay the tab as long as she promises to mail him a check, the two of them then spent the next ten minutes doing some intricate "are you sure you'll pay me back" drunked up conversation. I mean, honestly my man, if you can't trust a bartender, part time zookeeper, from Vegas to pay you back who the heck can you trust. Then again I guess there's a reason what happens there stays there.
Anyway, by the time my plane gets to D.C, around 1:30 my buddy who I am staying with is already sleep and rather than wake him in the middle of the night I just elect to sleep in the Dulles airport. Let me be the first to tell you, between feeling like a vagabond and having the vent I was laying on digging into my ribs it was a pretty comfortable venture. So much so I just got in my car, drove around D.C and ended up driving to my new office at 3:45 am, and sleeping in the closest parking garage. On the bright side, I was the first one to the office this morning...
Welcome to big people world Mr. Anthony
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