Not what it seems

Last night when Janna called I was in the hotel room wearing only underwear looking at teenage girls in the swimming pool. Before that I was digging the techno on the college radio station (mixed live!) that I had danced into a sweat (yes, in my hotel room - I am a geek) and taken off most of my funky clothes.
I was on the road, so I was wearing something that probably is as appealing as a cross between aqua-man briefs and grannie-panties...
The teenage girls in question were not hot sultry little 15 year old tramps - they were awkward young teens with very modest bathing suits and conduct
I laughed about the naked teens and talked to my boo. As I spoke, I rested on the bed...until I noticed a red dot flying around the room. I laughed because for all the tween action that I saw, it seems my oops-shirtless self must have been noticed from the window. I decided to appear briefly at the window, but none of the kids were in sight. This happened a time or two more and I lost interest...until the light thingy got more persistent to the point of annoying. I looked out the window with a bit more intent on finding out what was going on...and realized the light was not coming from the pool/recreation area, but from a room adjacent to mine on a lower floor. The fellow was a bald not completely out of shape fellow - but certainly not in shape, and his pants were pulled forcefully low on his waist. :/
I declined to venture into the wash of attachment-free gay sex I was being offerred there in the Albany hotel

Oddly I was going to the gym (treadmill room) and passed an older man walking arm in arm with a younger woman ... she was brightly noting the activities they had in common...pretty sure I was watching a "successful" call girl. Sex, everywhere I look - and I'm not shopping, but if I was...wow, spend more for quality, will you?

Today was another deposition - and I faced the odd situation of being complimented by the court reporter as being really good and thorough. Why would she say that or care? I had prepped for it for some time - I do seem to be getting better at this. My "memory is getting better" as a large part of my "bad memory" was simply that everything I was doing was really new to me, so it's really hard to remember each and every part when there are hundreds of parts and they are all new to my brain. Now I know the basics, and the new information is much easier to adapt into what I do. With any luck, I won't be fired by the time I learn what I'm doing.

Now I'm done and I could take advantage of my free time here in Albany...but to do what? There is a once a month goth night - not while I'm here. I have a busy weekend lined up (with or without kites) so I might just hide and tv. I'm tempted to just sip beer all night and tv my brain anyway...but it looks like minor drinking fri and sat would make that booze 3 days in a row, which might suck.

I nearly got a beer on my way back from my running just because that would be so funny...