marathon life
sleepiness is a part of life for me, it seems. today is not only sleepy, but also a sore right quad from power walking my way through downtown cincinnati in a rush because i misjudged some time. but the way i see it, this is the crap i need to do now before i won't be able to do it anymore, so have at it, cowboy.
friday starts with work, where i forgot to bring my contact lenses, which meant me blindly going through my day, but also having to alter my afternoon plans of MARTAing to the airport directly from work, and heading out in the late afternoon. naturally these plans are dashed when the typical travel-day last-minute buttload of work is brought to me, but it's all good, this affords me the opportunity to just go home after work, grab the lenses, and catch a quick level of RE5 before having jen drop me off. i arrive in nova at like 10pm instead of midnight, meet up with some friends, and shoot the shit until 4 am.
saturday, i wake up, and eat, and i meet up with luis and jen, and we drive up through beltway traffic to orrie's bbq, where grew tired of bsg/stargate/whatever nerd talk and forced myself to sort of meet new people, but then it devolved into sharing ancient cosplay photos of most present people much to their dismay, which was lol for me. after leaving, mother nature barraged us, but we sat it out over pizza and mcflurries, and watched failblog on youtube for a few hours.
sunday morning, i was up at the crack ass of ass, and had to reroute my dulles-to-cincinnati flight to national-to-cincinnati flight because the flights looked like shit. either way, i had to rush, and some choad was sitting in my first class seat when i boarded the plane, but because i was a non-rev, i got bumped into pleeb class, despite my assigned seat. i get to cincy, and i do a shit-ton of walking, because it's way too early for the game. i walk into kentucky, and find a white castle, and it cannot be avoided. i meet chipper jones again while walking around the park, and he signs a baseball i had on my person. what he didn't realize is that it was with a hooters pen. the game itself was crap, as the braves won the prior two days, i come to the one where they get shelled, 8-2. but cincy's ballpark is nice, and the writeup will eventually happen when i have some got-damn time. skyline chili is overrated but still tasty, but montgomery inn ribs are for reals awesome tasty. i rush back to the rental, drop it off where they ding me for $10 for not filling up one gallon of gas, but i make it back to the airport where i barely make my flight back to atlanta where one of the cincinnati bengals draft picks is in first class looking like a thug, and i sit way in the back, middle-seat where some asshole doesn't want to concede the armrest to me, despite having a more desirable seat.
back in atlanta, i think about just wanting to wind down, but end up not being able to resist a good left 4 dead versus game, and play that until almost 1 am, and here i sit tired as balls, but feeling fine in the aftermath of another non-stop weekend. wall of text, deal with it rock 'n roll.
friday starts with work, where i forgot to bring my contact lenses, which meant me blindly going through my day, but also having to alter my afternoon plans of MARTAing to the airport directly from work, and heading out in the late afternoon. naturally these plans are dashed when the typical travel-day last-minute buttload of work is brought to me, but it's all good, this affords me the opportunity to just go home after work, grab the lenses, and catch a quick level of RE5 before having jen drop me off. i arrive in nova at like 10pm instead of midnight, meet up with some friends, and shoot the shit until 4 am.
saturday, i wake up, and eat, and i meet up with luis and jen, and we drive up through beltway traffic to orrie's bbq, where grew tired of bsg/stargate/whatever nerd talk and forced myself to sort of meet new people, but then it devolved into sharing ancient cosplay photos of most present people much to their dismay, which was lol for me. after leaving, mother nature barraged us, but we sat it out over pizza and mcflurries, and watched failblog on youtube for a few hours.
sunday morning, i was up at the crack ass of ass, and had to reroute my dulles-to-cincinnati flight to national-to-cincinnati flight because the flights looked like shit. either way, i had to rush, and some choad was sitting in my first class seat when i boarded the plane, but because i was a non-rev, i got bumped into pleeb class, despite my assigned seat. i get to cincy, and i do a shit-ton of walking, because it's way too early for the game. i walk into kentucky, and find a white castle, and it cannot be avoided. i meet chipper jones again while walking around the park, and he signs a baseball i had on my person. what he didn't realize is that it was with a hooters pen. the game itself was crap, as the braves won the prior two days, i come to the one where they get shelled, 8-2. but cincy's ballpark is nice, and the writeup will eventually happen when i have some got-damn time. skyline chili is overrated but still tasty, but montgomery inn ribs are for reals awesome tasty. i rush back to the rental, drop it off where they ding me for $10 for not filling up one gallon of gas, but i make it back to the airport where i barely make my flight back to atlanta where one of the cincinnati bengals draft picks is in first class looking like a thug, and i sit way in the back, middle-seat where some asshole doesn't want to concede the armrest to me, despite having a more desirable seat.
back in atlanta, i think about just wanting to wind down, but end up not being able to resist a good left 4 dead versus game, and play that until almost 1 am, and here i sit tired as balls, but feeling fine in the aftermath of another non-stop weekend. wall of text, deal with it rock 'n roll.