Musings from Alabama.

So it's 2130 on a Friday night in Huntsville. I'm a visitor in the USA and I'm in bed.
Knackered
And very very full.
I cannot get used to the portions of food of here. They are just HUGE. I feel so guilty when I leave three quarters of the food on the plate. Three of us went out for a meal tonight and what we ordered could have easily feed six people to capacity. What we left was unbelievable. I guess you get used to it but holy shit...!

So work is going good over here. It's not a wasted trip which I always worry about.
I arrived in Alabama at 1830 on Tuesday after travelling for just a little under 19hours... it's a three flight, long old slog to get from Scotland to Huntsville. Anyway, I arrived and it was a little windy and pretty humid. 9 hours later I'm rudely awakened by the hurricane warning sirens and wondering what the hell to do about it. I have a quick wander around the hotel in my shreddies but no one else seems to be giving a crap about it so I return to my room and sit on the balcony and watch the most amazing lighting storm I have ever seen. I'm told a twister touched down a little way down the road, in Madison, and that it was pretty lucky that we didn't get hit.
Welcome to America!

The only weird thing that is happening over here is that I seem to be becoming a fascination for gay men. It started on the flight from London to Atlanta where the steward was flirting outrageously with me. I thought he was just being eccentric and overly friendly until my work colleague pointed out that he wasn't like that with anyone else on the flight.
Okaaaaaay.
We get to Atlanta and I'm immediately latched onto by another fella whilst waiting for the connecting flight.
Onto a restaurant in Huntsville and everything is cool. Five of us go out for a meal and, whilst waiting for a taxi to take us back to the hotel, I order a final round of drinks for everyone. The drinks arrive and then the barman returns with a little pink cocktail thingy for me, on the house!
Last night, another meal and another extremely flirty, over attentive waiter.
I'm not sure about our meal tonight but my two colleagues thought I was being flirted with again. It must have been subtle this time as I didn't notice.... I hadn't been stroked.
I'm not in the least bit concerned about all this but just find it a little strange. I don't get this at home. I spent 5 minutes looking at the mirror tonight and I can't see any difference in my appearance.
Maybe it's the accent.
Maybe it's my new black hair.
Maybe I'm surrounded by ugly colleagues and people are just latching onto the good looking guy.... (JOKE).
Maybe the transplant is making me excrete highly charged pheromones.
Bottom line? I'm enjoying the attention!

Cancer sure does give you some odd side effects.

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