I am traveling for work quite a bit this first quarter...so I thought I would bring back a little game I called "WHERE IN THE WORLD IS HAUTEMESS?" Now I know this is a bit of a cheat for those who read my post on Sunday...but whatever!
As a reminder from last time we played, I travel a lot of places for work...some exciting, and some Toledo and Detroit. As a fun game for you, I will provide clues to help you uncover my location, a la Carmen Sandiego. But unlike my counterpart in red, I will not be stealing ancient artifacts and continent hopping. I will just be working more than 12 hours a day, drinking and eating to a point of painful stomach bloat, harassing people in the hotel bar, and verbally abusing myself for not working out at 5:30 in the morning.
All that said- this week, I feel particularly excited about my whereabouts...it has been one of the best places ever so far! I have been able to incorporate a little play time into my work schedule AND worked out at the luxuriously late hour of 6:30am this morning.
Alright, enough about me! On to the game.
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS HAUTEMESS?
I am in a Kingdom of tourism where a rodent is king.
When I landed in the local airport, I nearly had a panic attack because the median age in the terminal was 8years old. The mode was approx 6. Asshole kids everywhere...all of them pissed that they had to leave beautiful 70 degree weather and cartoon characters out the wazoo to go back to preschool at home.
Although the median age in the airport was 8, the median age of all the residents is like 65...but only in the winter. This is why I plan to retire here in a golf cart community...I may even start my own retirement nudist colony.
I am in a city where STDs run rampant among senior citizens according to a 2006 news story. (apparently condoms ARE just for sailors if you are over 65)
I fulfilled one of my very serious birthday wishes and geeked out with some other muggles at Hogwarts. Special treat: real pictures from the most magical place on earth!
Yesterday, I found out what it must feel like to be a short girl. At 5'8" (and always found in 3-4 inch heels), I feel like I tower over 50% of the male population. BUT, yesterday I rode in an elevator with LA Clipper forward Blake Griffin. I was sexually attracted to all 6 feet 10 inches of his 20 year old body...he was delicious. Apparently, he is better looking in person than on TV. I wouldn't know because I hate the NBA and refuse to watch it on TV. The Clippers are staying at the same hotel as me just for the first half of this week. I LOVE LOVE LOVE suddenly finding myself standing next to well built 7 foot monsters. A tall gal could get used to feeling like tiny!
WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I??