Life on the Road So being out of town for a week, or more, is rarely a lot of fun. Being be yourself makes it nearly always a suckfest. There may be others at work that you can interact with but when you walk out the door you are on your own. You find yourself calling the hotel home, you sit around on a bed and watch TV that you don't care about, simply trying to kill enough time so that you can go to dinner. Where to go? Do you spend a bunch of time trying to find neat local places or do you simply take the easy way out and hit a chain? In the end it doesn't really matter because you are by yourself. If you are lucky then you get to skip the hostess and head right for the bar. The bar is where the other lonely guys, sorry girls but there are never any lonely business women at the bar, or the local drunks are. You get yourself and drink and order some food. Maybe there is someone to talk with, but mostly you look at the TV, the same thing that you ran aways from in your "home". But since this is a bar they will have ESPN on. One TV will be showing ESPN and the other has "the duece". When you've really hit it sweet they will have the closed captioning on so that you can read the inane chatter. Since you are alone you drink your two beers and then feel bad because it feels like you are drinking alone with other people watching you. Don't want to have the third beer though, you have to drive back to your hotel room. If you have managed to kill enough time at the restaurant you get back watch an hour of TV and then call it a night. Sure it is only 9:30, and if you were really at home you wouldn't even think of going to be, but if you sleep then the next day will get here sooner and eventually it will be Friday and you get to go home.

And then your wife will say, "Let's go out for dinner."  ¶ 21:27