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a red-eye and red eyes

May 26, 2010

This morning at 12:15 am, my brother A- and I, along with three of our co-workers, boarded a plane headed to Florida. Our company is hosting one if its seven annual conferences in Jacksonville this year, and in an attempt to arrive early in the day, the five of us booked the red-eye flight out of Los Angeles. What we didn’t consider, was that although we were arriving earlier than the majority, we were rendered pretty much useless due to lack of sleep. A sleepless first leg was followed by a short layover in Dallas, where a breakfast of Starbucks and Mcgriddles unfortunately provided just enough energy to keep us awake until we arrived in Jacksonville.

We would have crashed upon arrival at the hotel, but three of our rooms weren’t quite ready; so, we decided to take advantage of the daylight and the downtime and do some exploring. We walked a few blocks from the hotel and crossed the bridge to get to the Friendship Fountain raved about in the city guide. We meandered around the fountain and then wandered into the tiny Maritime Museum located just adjacent to the fountain.

Walking back across the river, in true boy fashion, the boys managed to find a “shortcut” back to the bridge which involved hoisting yourself up onto the bridge while leaning over the water (which was not nearly as picturesque up close, especially under the looming possibility of falling in), and climbing over the railing. I’m still unsure how I was talked into following them (possibly delirium from lack of sleep), but I was right behind them, pulling myself up and rolling over the railing while clinging to it for dear life. The boys definitely had the advantage with their longer legs. As we trekked back across the bridge toward our hotel a manatee caution sign caught our attention.

We stared into the water, hoping to catch a glimpse of a manatee. Again, probably due to the sleepless delirium, I excitedly pointed to something in the water, insisting that it was a manatee. However, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the reflection of a white post on the dock. Naturally, I was ridiculed accordingly.

When we finally made it back to the hotel, to our dismay, our rooms were still unavailable. Hence, this post.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to put these bleary red eyes to bed.

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