On the road with Gnomad, Day 1
Scribing at 3:28 p.m. on 2004-07-28
On the road with Gnomad, Day 1
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Ok, so, I really hate to fly. No, really. I'm serious. I really, really hate to fly. But even knowing that, bear in mind that one of my last thoughts before boarding the first plane yesterday was: damn. If the plane DOES plunge into the ground like a fucking dart, it's too bad I didn't have the laptop loaded because that would have made a hall of a post.
So, see? You all were in my thoughts even as I soared into the friendly skies. Well, except for DangerSpouse, who I was just over reading his journal entry where he completely besmirched my previously pristine reputation. Bastard.
Anyway ..
Left the house about 8am and got to the airport way early, so I had lots of time to wish I was anywhere else and consider how insane I was to get into a tin can twice the weight of your average herd of Indian elephants and go hurtling through the air roughly 30,000 feet above the ground.
A highlight of the trip, considering my personal feelings about huge tin cans hurtling through the air with a bunch of really senseless humans inside: The fabulous Diva turning to me and saying 'oh! Look out the window! At the exact moment before the plane banks and I turn and notice that I am staring straight at the ground below, from an incredibly stupid height. This is a view exactly NO ONE wants when riding in an airplance, never mind when one has been having about 790987 second thoughts about the idea in the first place. Followed by her actually looking out the window herself, and saying 'Oh. Never mind.'
GAH.
Landed in Denver, took a shuttle to another terminal and went to pick up the car but it wasn't there; so took another shuttle elsewhere to where the car actually was. There I was, the happy little luggage mule. (Minus the random Happy from that sentence.)
We had arranged to meet my ex and her girlfriend who had just moved to Denver last year, and so while the Diva nailed down the actual location of the mysterious rental vehicle I phoned out to their place and chatted briefly with her girlfriend on the phone, letting her know that we'd probably be out within the hour. We got out there, my ex J got back from work about an hour later, and we took off to go get food.
Went to a micro-brewery and had some terrific food; who knew that buffalo made such a damn good burger? And a Railyard Ale. Walked just down the street to Coors Stadium because they'd gotten us tickets to the Rockies/Dodgers baseball game. They were totally doing it to humor me, I know; and I had offered no less than three times to skip the game bacause I knew no one but me had such a massive hardon for baseball. But they weren't having it, and we went anyway. D, J's girlfriend, had last gone to a baseball game 30 years ago. J had never been to a professional ball game, and neither had the Diva. Turned out it was J who had picked up the tickets .. directly left of HOME PLATE. I nearly passed out with the sheer joy of it. A new stadium I'd never been to; getting to see the Dodgers play; and having tickets DIRECTLY LEFT OF HOME PLATE.
The game was terrific. Everybody actually had a great time, including me. Afterwards we walked across the square to The Cheesecake Factory and had a big stinkin' piece of Banana Cream cheesecake.
I don't think life could have gotten any better.
Dayum.
Baseball. The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd.
Uh.
Wait.
Wrong analogy.
Anyway.
Baseball.
Tickets JUST LEFT OF HOME PLATE.
A perfect, balmy night.
Walking along after the game, the Diva's hand in mine while a guy sat across the square on the corner playing a clarinet while the sounds of baseball wafted over the lip of the stadium and into the night sky.
Was nice.
All about it.
More later. See yuh!
