So early in the AM today I had a very odd dream. I was in London for some sort of work-related seminar, a two-day event.
The first day went off without a hitch, the second was a bit more interesting. I was struggling to get packed up and ready to fly home and still make the event. I'm running late so of course the cab decides to meander it's way through town, ultimately dropping me not where I'm supposed to be but in some random--nice but random--bar/restaurant.
Where I meet up with my old friend, Jeff Fisher who is crazy suprised to see that I'm in town. We talk a while and he invites me to dinner that evening beofe my flight leaves.
And the alarm goes off, I wake up and wonder "WTF was that!?"
The first day went off without a hitch, the second was a bit more interesting. I was struggling to get packed up and ready to fly home and still make the event. I'm running late so of course the cab decides to meander it's way through town, ultimately dropping me not where I'm supposed to be but in some random--nice but random--bar/restaurant.
Where I meet up with my old friend, Jeff Fisher who is crazy suprised to see that I'm in town. We talk a while and he invites me to dinner that evening beofe my flight leaves.
And the alarm goes off, I wake up and wonder "WTF was that!?"