October 5, 2007 | Filed under: DC! DC! DC!, Is She Still Talking?
A smattering of recent events.
It seemed like a good idea: The 6:00 AM flight to DC through Denver
Why it was not: We boarded the plane. Then the captain figured out the plane was broken. And then we sat while the maintenance crew attempted, several times, to fix the problem. They were unsuccessful. Eventually I got myself to DC, after 12 entire hours either in an airport or on a plane, but it was not pretty. And, yeah, the 6:05 AM flight to DC through Chicago took off without a hitch.
It seemed like a good idea: Unexpectedly crashing at a friend’s place Sunday night
Why it was not: The wine was good, the company was good, even if the football game sucked. Despite being conveniently located near work and making my morning run of The Mall easy, had I known I’d be getting ready for work Monday morning without the benefit of a hairdryer, I may have made a different decision. Those of you who saw me later in the day, hair in a ponytail — now you know why.
It seemed like a good idea: Grabbing a cup of coffee to consume on the walk to work
Why it was not: Um, hello? Have you ever tried to actually drink coffee while walking? It doesn’t work out so well. Particularly when one shoulder is tasked with carrying the laptop bag and purse, one hand is dragging a suitcase behind you and every other step results in coffee sloshing through the lid and down the leg of your pants. I’m just glad the suit was black.
It seemed like a good idea: Taking full advantage of the newly-installed steam shower
Why it was not: Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever live up to that experience. I may never shower again.
It seemed like a good idea: Signing up for Sunday’s half marathon
Why it was not: Four weeks of sleep deprivation combined with two cross-country plane rides was bound to make me sick. This final week of training was … well, non-existent.
It seemed like a good idea: After days of toughing it out, finally taking some damn cold meds Friday morning
Why it was not: I grabbed nighttime cold medicine, not daytime, which I figured out when I nearly fell asleep on my commute to work and spent the next several hours wanting nothing more than to curl up under my desk and take a nap. I am no match for diphenhydramine. Never before have I wished for narcotics to get out of my system so quickly.
It seemed like a good idea: Giving my heart away for the eleventy billionth time
Why it was not: Hope springs eternal, right? And for years, YEARS now, no matter how bad things get, nor how ugly our last interaction was, I convince myself that everything will work out perfectly. I rarely see you, I haven’t been to your place in quite a while — for good reason, I understand, but still, it exacerbates the distance between us. I believe in you; I believe in us. And yet, time after time, my heart gets broken. Some years it happens in May, sometimes in August, sometimes — like this year — in October. Dammit, Brewers, why you gotta be like that?
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You have to learn to be more like me. Go in with low expectations. After all, the past few years have offered very little happiness in this area. This time, tell yourself and anyone who asks that it’s probably not going to work out. If you’re patient and give it a chance, who knows, a few months later you could find yourself, against all reasonable hope, with a Packers team that goes 8-8. And is then ranked 4th in the NFL power rankings for this week after a 4-0 start! All that waiting really paid off.
October 5th, 2007 at 8:45 pmI’m sorry about the Brewers. I know how heartbreaking it can be. Fortunately, the team that shall remain nameless in an effort to avoid any type of jinx swept the Angels and are now off to face the winner of the Indians/Yankees. Oh please, oh please, oh please let it be the Indians!!
October 8th, 2007 at 6:58 amI have had a few of those mornings without a hair dryer/curling iron when the power was out. If you leave my bangs to exert their own will, it’s not a pretty thing.
October 8th, 2007 at 11:32 amThe Mayor feels extremely guilty for not having a hairdryer at your disposal….
October 9th, 2007 at 9:24 amIt seemed like a good idea: Laughing and joking with my boss while drinking a cup of coffee.
Why it was not: I spilled my cup of coffee on her pretty pink silk blouse one hour before she presented to our executive staff!
Amazingly, I was not fired. But I never again got so jovial with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Next time if there is no hair dryer, hang your head out the window as you SCREAM! It’s great therapy and your hair will dry faster!
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