Well, I really misunderstood how lonely travelling can be. I ran into some of the competition and spent the first two nights with them at dinner. My job was to just look around and ask questions at the booths. I was supposed to write a report on the convention and the market. Well, that was fun for the first two hours. The rest of the time was just plain boring. My friends at the competition actually went back east on Tuesday and I was left there until my flight home on Saturday morning. Wednesday night I ate by myself and went to bed early. Thursday night, I watched one of the soft porn flicks, which was good, cause I was starting to get pretty horny. By Friday night, I had wrapped up the report. I called my wife and spent a good while talking lovey-dovey to her. We hung up at 8pm and I was not about to go straight to bed again. Instead I thought I'd go downstairs to the hotel bar for a drink. Now, keep in mind, I had promised myself beforehand I wouldn't turn into one of those polyester lounge lizards hanging out at the hotel bar. I was determined never to set foot in the hotel bar, but I had no idea how bring solo travel could be. I changed into a pair of jeans and took the elevator to the second floor, where the sports bar was located. I walked in and easily found a good spot at the bar. I downed the too-cold Guiness and ordered another one. Meanwhile I put a pinch of Skoal in so that I had something to do while my second Guiness warmed up. That was when I noticed a pair of guys, obviously military, hanging out at a table right beside me. I watched the ballgame, Phillies were down by two, what's new? Occassionally the pair of military guys caught my eye they seemed to be looking my direction every time I looked over.