Homesick

The next night I decided to attend a reception and dinner paid for by one of our consultants. The reception was held at the Palm Springs Air Museum. I took care of my work obligations and did my share of shmoozing. Then it was off to a very late dinner where I tried the bouillabaise. Tyler Florence had cooked his rendition of the 'ultimate' seafood soup and I was hoping that the dish I was about to order can come close to it. When the waiter finally brought it to me, my first thought upon taking my first sip was that it tasted a bit too "coconut-ty." This was very different from how I envisioned this soup to be. Oh well, the food was free so it was all good. The wine was flowing, people were getting all tipsy and a bit too friendly for my comfort. Mind you I was at least 20 years younger than everyone at our large table. I was making small talk and all along I was hoping I could just stand up and go back to the hotel and in the sanctuary of my room. I do enjoy the cocktails but to be doing it with people as old as my parents, oh I don't know, it just wasn't my cup of tea. Don't get me wrong, everyone for the most part was nice but I missed Nick and I missed hanging out with people my own age. Acting like a 'grown-up' can be quite exhausting. Tomorrow I get to go home and I can see my dog, my bird, my house, my bed, and most importantly my husband.