I just stuffed three mangos into my face. One of the guys at work brought me a whole bagful just because he thought I might like them; it was close, but I managed to refrain from squealing. So when I got back to the hotel tonight, I called down for a plate and knife and they kind of confusedly brought them up. And then I just peeled 'em and ate them straight off of the pit, with much juicing and squishing. My fingers and lips are both stained a bright pumpkin-y yellow and I'm afraid I also engaged in a fair amount of loud, vocal appreciation. You know. Like in When Harry Met Sally. I'll have what he's having.
Other than that, the only other interesting thing that's happened to me today is that I had like 8 hours worth of meetings. That, and I went back to the hotel restaurant wthat has that waiter. I don't know what happens when I talk to him, but seriously tonight when he asked if I wanted anything else after my meal, I actually said, "No thanks, I'm full...you know it's been a good evening if you get filled up."
I horribly embarrass myself sometimes.