Finally … jaylowe HAS COME BACK … to his web page.
Two weekends ago, I spent a rockin' weekend touring the southeast. No, not with ARGUS. Just with myself. Hit Charlotte for my friend Hunter's Birthday, then onwards to Athens. There I was able to party "knee deep" style with my boy Tim George before he escaped the land of Bulldogs for Dallas and TCU. The following day was spent in Atlanta, where I was able to be at my good friend Jessica's wedding. I absolutely hate when I miss important events in my friends' lives, so it really was great to be there and meet some absolutely wonderful and charming people. My now email buddy, Kelly, is one of the wonderful people I met. It is good to know that such great friends and family surround Jess. And yes, I broke down and sang karaoke at her wedding … young mc, "bust a move."
So it's back to work hardcore. We are hosting the NCAA Women's Tennis Regional this coming weekend. The chances of us hosting NCAA Baseball increase each day. So I took it upon myself to flee Winston for 3 days, in hopes of finding some relaxation.
Do you believe in signs? I really am not one to believe in fate or signs, but after taking this trip I may have changed my mind. It all started Friday, as I was cramming to get as many things done as I could for the upcoming tennis regional. Well, Steve had one favor for me to handle Friday. All I had to do was pick up some tables and get them over to our field hockey stadium. I remembered I had to get those tables … at about 9 pm that night … in Charlotte. I felt like a total ass. I hate letting people down, and despite having a lot on my plate, Steve had asked for a favor. I let him down. I was already skeptical about taking the trip to Charleston, because I felt like I was leaving a lot of work behind … but my friends convinced me otherwise, and Saturday Laura picked me and Red up in Charlotte, and we headed to Charleston.
As we are making the drive down, it starts pouring rain. Sign number two. The trip was kind of a last minute idea, and I was definitely the tag along. The media relations staff had planned this for a few weeks, and I kinda suckered them into asking me (Thanks guys). So when it started pouring I felt like I was ruining their entire trip. Then we finally make it to Charleston, and we hit McDonald's. Sign number three … the McDonald's we stop at is proudly owned by the Charleston family, the Whitfields. In case you didn't know, that is the last name of my boss. Mind you, there is no relation there between him and the Charleston Whitfields (I think), but it just felt like another sign that I should've stayed at home.
So my friends, being the great ones that they are, encouraged me to just relax for a day or two. And I did. Charleston is a beautiful, old-south city. Very classic, very historic and very beautiful. I think my mom gave me an appreciation of historical towns when I was a kid, as all the family vacations were planned around which Civil War battle sites we could see that year. Regardless, I love Charleston. I'd work there, no doubt.
So the party of media relations staffers + one operations kid continued on into Saturday night where we went out for a nice meal, and then hit the town. Sunday was a little beach action, and then we all stayed in and cooked dinner. That night, we also decided to celebrate The Battle Of Puebla, Mexico from 1862 … well, Cinco De Mayo. We all just stayed in, made some Mexican inspired adult beverages, and watched movies.
Monday I awoke to the charming voice of my boss, Davis. That's when I knew that, despite not being in the office, it was back to reality for me. Since then, I've been working diligently to pull off this tennis regional, not to mention the Division III baseball regional we are hosting next week, as well as our own Division I baseball regional we will most likely host and the end of the month. Did someone say I had to find a job? Oh yeah, there's that too. Not really sure how I'll find the time to locate one of those job things, but hopefully something will work out. I've got resumes into Kansas, Georgia and Boston College. I am qualified for all of the jobs, so here's to hoping something works out.
And hey, if I don't find a job … maybe I'll just take that as a sign to go become an actor. Why? No reason really … I know I'd get to smooch hot chicks though.