... If I was somewhere else.
It's been three days, and I've decided this Eugene, Oregon thing has already gotten old.
The worst part is, I could potentially be here until February, unless this go-live thing finally happens.
Yeah, OK, the girl who picked me up at the airport was really cute... and lives in Dallas, and works at the Plano office. Naturally, by virtue of that, she's off limits. However, she seems to like wearing everything low-cut... I guess she must know I'm in this hotel room by myself and, like other women in the world, is enjoying my frustration.
If I'm going to be spending the winter here, something has got to change, and quick-fast. It kinda sucks more that I know nobody living in Oregon - in real life, or on CT - and it's not exactly easy to meet anybody.
So, what are my options?
Well, the girl handed me a stack of brochures... directions to every museum, library, and other not-very-social place out here... except for the coast, which is about 45 minutes west. There's a bowling alley around the block, but any league bowler could tell you that bowling isn't the same without your own equipment. To make an uncharacteristically crude analogy: guys, think about how you would feel after breaking up with your girlfriend of several years and trying to figure out the combination of your new fling. Doesn't always quite work out that well.
Kinda like this visit to Oregon. Except, unlike a woman, you can't just pull out if things start to go horribly wrong.
