A week ago, I was talking with my boss's boss…my "big boss" or whatever, I guess. And, like office conversations so often are, our conversation was, by default, about the weather.
"It's been so nice lately," she said, of the rapidly changing weather.
"Yes ma'am. I've been loving it."
I told her spent my weekend rock climbing in Northeast Alabama and she because we were in the office, she brought up the weather again.
"You know," she said. "They get real snow up there in the winter! Isn't that crazy? I mean, I know you're from a place that gets real snow too, so…"
"No I'm not," I quickly interrupted.
She thought I was from Missouri, even though we've had this exact same conversation before.
"No," I corrected. "I'm from Arkansas. I just went to school in Missouri."
"Oh, well then you still get real snow in the winter."
"Yes you do."
Um…she was fighting with me?! Come on.
"Nope. Arkansas' weather is pretty much exactly the same as it is here," I said.
Looking back on this conversation, I probably should have gone along with her.
"Sure. It snows BUCKETS in Arkansas," I should have said. "it's like a freaking blizzard every year from November until fuckin February."
….yeah. I wasn't in the mood.
And so many days, I'm not.
Being down here is just wearing on me lately.
There is light at the end of the tunnel right now, which is a good thing because I'm currently drinking my LAST Boulevard Wheat that I've been boarding in the fridge for months. (Hey, Boulevard is based in KANSAS CITY … that's in MISSOURI … it snows there SOMETIMES…)
The day after tomorrow (holy crap) I'll be driving to Arkansas, and on Tuesday I'll board a plane to Bozeman, Montana with Aaron to climb, camp and see all the western beauty for sixish days! After that it's back to Little Rock where we'll hang out with family and friends before heading up to Jasper for 24 Hours of Horseshoe Hell, a climbing competition at Horseshoe Canyon Ranch in Jasper.
I could not be more excited about this trip. I also could not be more bored now…because Aaron is already out of town (he'll get back Monday before we drive to Arkansas) in Las Vegas for his brother's bachelor party. Woooo.
And I'm suck here in this God-forsaken state. The game (Us vs. Alabama) is about to start.
I'd basically rather be anywhere else.
I'm gonna go finish my Boulevard now…