Do not Taunt the Burros!

Made it to the real holidays!

So, we survived through two separate family holidays - at Jason's mother's in South Carolina and my parents in North Carolina. Talk about different. Daisy, the MFD (most favored dog) came along for the ride, and was well behaved for the majority of the trip. Notable exception - eating mom and dad's gold star out from under the table in the living room. Too long without toys, apparently.

We lugged a U-Haul worth of furniture back with us. I thought I was going to dream of a big green box wqith www.uhaul.com and a badly pixelated arrow on it since that dominated the back of the truck I was staring at for about 11 hours. Luckily, no. Unpacked, and then packed again, yesterday. So today we are off to Costa Rica.

I feel like I am a little underprepared for this trip. We've spent very little time on the basics like brushing up on the "donde estas" and poring over maps. Perhaps it's just that normally I am so type A that anythihng short of completely obsessive seems unprepared. Hopefully all will come off smoothly! My biggest concern is getting in and out of San Jose and picking up the bikes. Although we've rented very sucessfully with Admo internationally before, you can't help wondering whether they will really have the bikes you requested there and waiting for you. And the luggage situation is also a bit of a mystery. The nature of an adventure, I suppose. Perhaps I'll post from Puerto Jiminez over a marguerita in a few days.

The first motorcycle diary

Well, no, I am not actually on a motorcycle, yet. Six days and counting down until we leave for the real vacation - to Costa Rica. We've rented two Kawasaki's and will head south almost immediately from San Jose heading to one of the "last great wild places" (according to Outside Magazine) - the Osa Penninsula. Monkeys and birds galore, plus if you're lucky, sloths, ocelots (!), and anteaters. Oh, and alligators (yikes!). I am refusing to even think about the bugs. PLEASE let there not be big spi. . .no, I am not even going to say it. Shudder.

I'm a little rusty I am sure on the off-road skills. Luckily for me, Jason is fearless and in the worst case I just abandon bike for whatever scary stretch I am not willing to do and make him come back for my bike. Hopefully I won't have to do that at all, but at least it's a fallback position.

Rainy here in South Carolina, but 70 degrees. Not much to do in Myrtle in the off season, except for the strip bars. It's a possibility, but most of the talent leaves with the tourists. We'll have to find some other way to amuse ourselves. . .

Airports and Holidays

Note to self: the reason that the streets are totally deserted when you get up at 4:45 in the morning and wander down 6th Avenue looking for a bank machine is NOT that everyone is in bed sleeping like any other same person would be doing. It is because they are all standing in a three mile long security line at Laguardia. I had totally forogtten the joys of travel during the holiday season.

The flight itself was packed but uneventful. Since it's been about 4 degrees for two days in Manhattan the 34 degree weather here feels positively balmy.

I miss my Babysnakes!

Well, the pitch is over and now I just have to hang out in NYC until I fly to South Carolina tomorrow. I have plans to meet a friend tonight for drinks but don't have any plans after that, basically will head back to the hotel afterwards and watch bad TV. I miss Jay, wish he were here with me.

I'll get into SC tomorrow at about 9 in the morning, so we'll hopefully be able to do something fun with the Daisy dog at the beach. See if maybe we can get her to jump around in the waves or something.

The Barn

What's This About?

So I finally have a blog. No other self-repecting interactive agency exec would have waited as long to create one! Five years of nothing but internet and the only things I launch are for clients. That will have to change.

The big question, though - what's the blogtheme? I could write a witty send up of the online agency life, but I think that might be a little too depressing. Personal anecdotes? Life in the Jayzone? Motorcycle diaries? Perhaps too soon to tell. We'll see if anything comes to me.