2,642miles
7 days
4 airplanes
2 trains
1 dinner, for 2 dudes, at a fine restaurant, while wearing this t-shirt.
New York City is a pretty big place. Restaurants and hotels number in the thousands.
I've spent my fair share of time in and out of many of them over the years. Most times, I walk away from them having a great story to tell. This past weekend, I had to reach back a bit and pull one from the past.
Last night, I stayed at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. Arguably, one of the more extravagant hotels in a city with no shortness of extravagance. Most of my time was spent in one of the many conference rooms with all the trimmings. What are the chances that I would end up in this room, in this hotel. After all, within just a few blocks from here are dozens of other places that could have accommodated the group of us for this training exercise.
A few years ago, the scene in this room was quite different. Amidst all the corporate money and high dollar bar tabs this weekend, I was grateful to have a much better story to tell of time spent in this room.
Dad is on the right, I'm on the left. Everyone knows who is in the middle, right?
11 comments:
Troy Aikmen??
I'll pretend I didn't read that.
I see this going downhill rapidly.
A young Jimmie Johnson??
Happy Birthday, Traveler!
and you try to give me that shirt!
im tellin jackson. she loves him right?!
Finally someone picked up on the Shirt!! I thought for sure, I would take more grief for the shirt, as opposed to the photo!
You tell Jackson, I'll go to the beach with her anytime, or NYC
totally not what i meant with the jackson comment
duh
shut up! 'your not even supposed to be here'
You win
=]
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