Awesome hotel

The last night of our stay in Denver M&K organized a little gathering of kinky spanky folks for a small party. This took place at an Embassy Suits hotel, which was SO nice. Look at this freakin' atrium. If you look down in the lower right corner, you can make out people lined up for made-to-order breakfasts -- yes, they not only offered free breakfasts here, but had a short-order cook preparing HOT food.

The Hampton Inns where we stayed the night before was quite nice, too, and they also had a free breakfast, but it was mostly danishes, cereals and bagels.

We were sad that we could not stay and really enjoy the two-room suite we got to stay in, with a luxurious king-sized bed, couches and cooking area in the main room. I mean, man!

Speaking of nice quarters, one other emotion I felt during this vacation, unfortunately, was a touch of envy upon seeing M&K's beautiful mountain home. They are both lawyers and seem to work very hard for whatever they make, but I was craving that SPACE! I asked P. a few weeks ago: "Will I have my own washer and dryer at some point before I turn FIFTY?"

Spoke to K. a few times about her job, which she says she really loves. She left pharmaceutical sales to go to law school and become a lawyer. That's the other thing I wonder about -- will I ever have a job that I really, really love?

It's not so much the money (I am making enough to pay my bills, and, obviously, take a trip here and there). Where I work now, I don't know. I COULD grow to love it. The subject matter of my magazine, which I won't get into right now because I don't want to out myself here, is very important to a lot of people. It does help people, I believe, so my part in that also helps. My part is very small right now, but that will change as I continue on there, I'm sure. It's a very small editorial staff, so I do get to contribute opinions and ideas on a regular basis.

I haven't really "loved" any job I've held over the years, although, back when I was a young reporter there were periods when I was really passionate about that field and I didn't want to do anything else. Problem was, I don't think I was aggressive and ballsy enough (I had my moments, though).

I still think about going back to newspapers some day. Traveling back to Casper, and seeing the paper there where I used to work, brought some of those feelings back. I was an editor there, with the freedom to write if I wanted to, and I think I did pretty well. I liked the people I worked with -- there especially were some very cool women who worked with me; we hung out together frequently -- and that part of my life there was pretty good.

It's now been about seven years since I've worked on a newspaper. When I was looking for work, I had a tryout for an editor's position at the NY Post, which would have been REALLY interesting, but I didn't get it. The weekly papers in Queens pay shit, so if I went in that direction it would have to be part-time only, and I don't think I'd even have the time with everything else in my life right now.

I am not loving writing at this point, either. I'm going to have to push that feeling down and just go back to my morning exercises. Also will try to post here more often