As I sit here typing with bed head and bags under my eyes big enough to check on a plane, our website finally has been squeezed out of its cyberspace womb. If we were still in the roaring 90's, I'm sure our company would already have a 9-figure monetary value, an IPO scheduled, and a celebrity filled launch party.
Ok, so my title may be somewhat harsh, but I must admit, whenever I learn of a city banning smoking in restaurants, at beaches, and in the bars, it puts a smile on my face. Chicago is currently in a power struggle over pursed lip puffing. New York City made the headlines last year after enacting a ban. And, the entire state of California has been discouraging public display of the habit for several years now.
Since municipal bans make me grin, you bet Westin?s decision this week to make all of its U.S., Canadian, and Carribean hotels smoke-free had me jumping for joy.
Somtimes not knowing what is in something is a good thing. My brother for instance loves margaritas. Nothing is better than a night out with a few Cadillacs. One, two, three maybe four.
My brother also lifts weights and runs a little. He can't figure out why he the small rubber tire around his waist is inflating. Hmmm, well it could be the extra 1,600 calories getting sucked down. And that is assuming a pretty humble 400 calories per delicious cocktail. A large size margarita easily packs about 600 or more calories.