Omaha, NE

I finished up the day at work today writing my report about what business I had in Omaha (of all places). This space is what gets to see what pleasure I had there. To answer that question, the pleasure was all in the martinis and the beef. Between Flemings and the Art Museum I was extraordinarily well fed and wined. Of course, it wasn't purely culinary. I am a workaholic, after all. I met some great colleagues too.

Honestly, I never thought I'd be at THE party anywhere...but Monday night on the Omaha bar scene is scary by comparison to what our crowd turned the bar where we ended up.

Coming from me that's saying something.

Can't forget this tidbit either: Having never flown through Denver before, I naturally picked my plane seats for the best view of the Rockies. Shall I get into my love affair with mountains? Just look here and watch me gawp. Unfortunately, DEN is squarely planted on the Colorado eastern plains. The sun was barely up at landing. I pined for snow caps during takeoff through the misty dawn. I'm thankful for what glimpse I did get, considering.

The trip home wasn't better. It was raining over the mountains so I chatted with the nice Army Reserves gent going to Iraq via Ft. Sill, OK. In his civilian life he's a private pilot and told me horror stories about landing little jets at Boulder, CO's mountainside strip. OK, it was a little tactless after we'd been grounded for a hour because our plane was leaking hydraulic fluid...