It's not a pedicure in a taxi

Rhonda and I rode home from Camden Yards last night in a pedicab!



This guy was so fast. Yes, we raced the pedicab next to us, which was also carrying ASBDC conference attendees. Yes, we beat them. Yes, we totally rock.



We even had a Baltimore Police car pull up beside and tell the biker to slow down. The biker didn't seem to agree with the policeman's suggestion. Rhonda and I were too busy taking pictures of the scenery to be scared.



I have a feeling that if I'm ever rich and eccentric, I will have a full-time pedicab in my employ. Or two. Of course, I'd have to train the dogs to ride in the cab with me.

Sweatin' To The Oldies

That's right, friends and well wishers, I am officially super cool. Not only did Rhonda and I fly first class from Dallas to Baltimore, we met Richard Simmons in the lounge at the Dallas airport! And he put my hand on his tush! Seriously! Look!



And here's me in first class, full from a tasty supper and free beer, comfy in my huge leather seat, watching "Kicking and Screaming" with Will Farrel. Talk about first class. (Keep in mind that between driving home from Montana, flying home from Portland, and flying to Baltimore, I had been traveling for nearly 48 hours at this point. I've looked better.)



But it's not all first class and hyperactive fitness gurus. Mostly, but not all. There's also work. Really! Allow Rhonda to demonstrate:



And speaking of work, I've got to go do some more of that. Join us next time for pictures of our trip to Camden Yards last night to see the Orioles play, and our thrilling ride home in a pedicab! Seriously!

Baltimore is full of crabs