June 26, 2005

  • I was thinking about the people that I call friends.  The vast majority of which I met through my job. 


    My crew got stuck together on the beach not long ago.  The weather had the helicopters grounded, so we went and got room at a hotel.  We all went to eat together and later team building (bar hopping and drinking).  We quit just before midnight and went back to the hotel.  No sooner than I got to my room and freshened up than I grabbed my keys and went back out.  Closed the bars and cruised around for another hour after that.


    I wonder what I'm missing?