Alright, Maybe January is Gonna End Well

So, I’m hanging out in my hotel room in Clearwater pretending to get ready for a work meeting I’m having in 20 minutes. I should be out running around checking out the beach and finding lunch but instead, I’m updating my blog… Seriously, I need to get my priorities in order. Actually after this meeting, I have to check out and move to a different hotel. In fact, the entire time I’m in Florida on my statewide odyssey to relive my youth, I change hotels every night. It’s like I’m the one on tour…

Anyway, I’m slightly more optimistic than I have been for most of the month. Being in Florida almost always makes me happy (until I run smack into rush hour which in winter is ALWAYS because of the snowbirds) and so far, I’ve been having good travel luck. I somehow ended up with a Mercedes rental car and I am completely loving feeling like a spoiled rich housewife instead of a rental-car-driving-tourist. Even getting stuck in rush hour traffic in Orlando after I landed, I was having too much fun singing Don’t Stop Believing to get too annoyed at everyone else’s inability to step on the accelerator. (And is it like a law or something that if that song comes on, everyone has to stop and pretend to be Steve Perry for 4 minutes? Just me? Really?) I made it to Clearwater and somehow I ended up in a 2 bedroom suite. I was like, damn which bedroom do I choose? Kinda sucks being by myself because I can’t be all braggy about my upgrades – except on my blog and I can’t see you acting like you’re happy for me but deep down you’re a bit irritated…

And I haven’t even gone to the first show yet! I’m looking forward to getting done with this meeting, heading over to the next hotel (in my Mercedes – and yes, I am singing that old school 80s song by Pebbles although the video is hella cheesy), and getting ready to head out tonight to catch the concert. With the gloomy little cloud that was over my head for the past few weeks, I forgot how much fun I can have just being silly by myself.