Lincoln, NE

So it is pretty early in the morning (7:20), and I've already been up for an hour... fun times I tell you. So when I got off the plane, and out of the airport on Sunday, it smelled like cow country. I've lived close to a farm in Russia, so it is not an unfamiliar smell, but I don't think I've ever expected to come out of an airport in the US and have the same smell. The next morning I showed up to the customer site, and at least it is very close to the hotel. The training facilities are nice... and the people (other than falling asleep a bit here and there) are nice as well. One actually suggested that we start at 7:30 this morning, which almost made me laugh. :) Went out a bit last night... I walk into a bar, ciggy hanging out of my mouth; pull out a $5 bill to play some GT, and a disgruntled bar-wench runs over.
Wench: What are you doing?!?
0ver: Ahhh, about to play a game of Tee; be a sweetie and get me a Heineken.
Wench: You're smoking... you can't smoke!!!
0ver: What do you mean I can't smoke? Can't you smoke in this place??? This sux.
Wench: It's against the law to smoke in bars... you have to go outside.
0ver: Don't think I like that, but I'll play along for now.

Lincoln passed a law as of Jan 1, there is no smoking in bars. At least the weather is nice, so smoking outside is not bad... but I am already not at all liking this place. I smoke, I drink, I play GT... all three go together very well. The first two are something that I do to relax after work, and I am very mad if I can’t.

Saw a dude that looked like a Weebles-Wobble; he must have been about 6’3”, with most of his weight below the 3’ line. Made me laugh. Other than that, nothing too much fun. Playing some poker tonight, at a place that is at least on some special county grounds, and therefore allows smoking… so we shall see. Time for breakfast, and werk.