I travel for work. As a result, that normally means spending a lot of time in hotel rooms. It is pretty fun most of the time. I get lots of quality "Adam" time, I get to sing in the shower (and think of the people walking down the hall who I know can hear me), and I get to watch whatever I want on TV.
However, I will admit that there are times when traveling is a little annoying. For example, this week I am gone all 5 days. Being gone 5 days is rough. Very rough.
After going to the gym, I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat. So, I did one of the most depressing things that an out of towner can do. I went to the grocery store and bought dinner there. I had every intent of going to the grocery store and buying a deli sandwich. But, when I drove up I saw a sign for sushi that was too hard to pass up. So, I wandered in, found the sushi, tried to NOT smell the super stank coming off of the crab legs, and started looking for something else. I can't survive on sushi alone.
I walked into the cookie / cracker isle and contemplated getting an entire bag of Pepperidge Farms cookies. I honestly did the math on how many miles I would have to run in order to burn off 10 servings of 200 calories. (20 btw) My inner voice got the best of me and I went straight for the wheat thins. However, when I walked by the 100 cal packs, I noticed that the Oreo/Chips Ahoy ones were on sale. Score. No math necessary on those - double score.
Now, something to drink. Since tomorrow is a rest day and I don't have to run, I had decided on beer. However, when I went to the beer isle, it was 6 and 12 packs as far as the eye could see. Now, I considered getting a 12 pack and sharing it with the front desk guy. He seems pretty cool.... but, CLEAR down on the end of the beer isle were two "single" beers. Fosters and Sapporo. I chose Fosters. Looking back, I guess with the sushi the Sapporo (a Japanese beer) would have made a lot more sense but I think that I was feeling a bit odd.
So, my 'dinner' tonight consisted of:
- Grocery store sushi
- Two 100 calorie packs
- A 25 oz Fosters beer.
I think the only way that it could have been more depressing would have been if I would have added a Playboy and some Prozac. LOL :-D
I honestly didn't even realize how strange it was until I got into the car and took inventory of what I bought. Here is what I ended up with in the hotel (via cell phone cam):
Check out the beer! It is MASSIVE! 25 oz - or 750 ml. That is right, I bought a can of beer the same size as a bottle of wine. Of course, that means that it is a PAIN to drink. It never did flow quite right. Oh well, it is totally worth it.