You guys, I’ve made it to the big time. I went on my first business trip.
Except it wasn’t a real business trip. I mean, the whole flying across the country to go to a meeting part happened, but said meeting took place on a Monday in Oregon so I flew out Friday night and spent my “business trip” going to the beach and making cupcakes. Is that not how most of these go?
Of course, my parents couldn’t be bothered to stick around in their own city when I finagled a work-sponsored trip, so the weekend of fun included just my little sister and me. We spent Saturday at the beach, and no trip to the Oregon coast would be complete without excessive cheese sampling at the Tillamook Creamery–plus since I work in the food industry, it practically counts as research. Do I get business trip points for eating extra cheese?
I also headed back to the west coast for Mother’s Day weekend–both of my sisters had plans to go home and I felt left out, neglected middle child that I am. Getting all five of us together has become a pretty rare occurrence and it was, as usual, completely and utterly ridiculous. We had a great time.
In other news… there isn’t really a lot of other news. Four cross-country flights in two weeks sort of kills a lot of free time. Work continues to roller coaster between completely stressful when a product refuses to turn out well and magically triumphant when it finally comes out the other side. I still love it (well, most days).
Despite my skepticism and the atrocious winter, summertime Boston has started to win me over. I found a lovely canal and park by the river, perfect for weekend reading and people-watching, and the skyline at night by the river gets me every time. I suppose I could get used to this.