A Pictorial History of my Whirlwind Work Trip to Tampa

Spent 24 hours in Tampa this week to get some "face time" with the Powers-That-Be.  Awesomeness ensued:

 

Ummm.  I asked for a compact car.  Not Big Pimpin' in a Crown Vic!  They see me rollin'...they hatin'...

 

Trunk large enough for 5 dead bodies (or one bag of Boomer's food).  

Look how sad my luggage looks.

Clearly I need more Coach totes to fill this bad boy up!

 Killer view from my hotel room.  

Does the fun ever start?

 

Following a Maserati to the airport.

Texting & driving may be illegal, but taking cell phone pictures through the steering wheel?  Totally kosher.

 

Flight home delayed.   

Double vodka cranberry to the rescue!  

I had to order two so the first one wouldn't get lonely in my stomach.

The only other highlight from the voyage of the damned trip was when a guy got kicked off the flight home because he "smelled".  How bad do you have to smell to get tossed from an airplane?  He wasn't even embarrassed.  Awesome!