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At the airport in Richmond! Scrambled out of the apartment at 4:11, imagining all manner of things that would happen on the way and result in me just missing my flight. As it turned out, I pulled into the overnight parking at 4:55 and checked in by 5:09. Such is life. Managed to remember most everything except some chocolates I bought from the Wythe Candy Shoppe for Bri's aunt. I hate going to people's houses emptyhanded! Of all things, though, that's the most easily replaced with something else, so I'll live. I never checked with Bri to even make sure the woman wasn't diabetic, so it might have been for naught anyway.
On the drive up to Richmond, I listened to 660, out of New York. Everyone was talking about Lidle, of course. One woman suggested Lidle's death was A Message from God to the Yankees that they need to quit squabbling and start acting like a team. Wow, lady, that's hopefully not a message from any god I pray to. Another guy called in to rag on Lidle for being anywhere near a populated area if he was the kind of pilot who still needed a flight instructor up there with him. But most people just called in to echo the same sentiments: it was a shame, what a downer, it makes you realize the ballplayers are just human beings like us, yadda yadda. It had this odd feel of listening in on a late night loveline show or something. I think it was cause the host kept playing Tony Bennett coming back from the breaks.
I very much would like to recommend the track in this post: Breakable - Ingrid Michaelson
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
I texted Bri last night that Oakland must be seriously rethinking giving the cripple Game 3 and she texted me back that she was ignoring me until Oakland rallied. So. I guess it's gonna be a looooong couple of days in St. Louis ^_~ Hopefully the Cards win tonight, or this could be the end of us. Come on, Oaktown. Can we at least make a series of this?
I should go - my flight starts boarding in 12 minutes, and I haven't bothered with security yet.
PS - Boooooo, United. Feel free to fly on time. Good thing I had a two hour layover coming up in Chicago.
PPS - I feel like a bit of a harlot; I washed my favorite pair of jeans last night and holy crap, they wear like a second skin right now >.>
On the drive up to Richmond, I listened to 660, out of New York. Everyone was talking about Lidle, of course. One woman suggested Lidle's death was A Message from God to the Yankees that they need to quit squabbling and start acting like a team. Wow, lady, that's hopefully not a message from any god I pray to. Another guy called in to rag on Lidle for being anywhere near a populated area if he was the kind of pilot who still needed a flight instructor up there with him. But most people just called in to echo the same sentiments: it was a shame, what a downer, it makes you realize the ballplayers are just human beings like us, yadda yadda. It had this odd feel of listening in on a late night loveline show or something. I think it was cause the host kept playing Tony Bennett coming back from the breaks.
I very much would like to recommend the track in this post: Breakable - Ingrid Michaelson
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
I texted Bri last night that Oakland must be seriously rethinking giving the cripple Game 3 and she texted me back that she was ignoring me until Oakland rallied. So. I guess it's gonna be a looooong couple of days in St. Louis ^_~ Hopefully the Cards win tonight, or this could be the end of us. Come on, Oaktown. Can we at least make a series of this?
I should go - my flight starts boarding in 12 minutes, and I haven't bothered with security yet.
PS - Boooooo, United. Feel free to fly on time. Good thing I had a two hour layover coming up in Chicago.
PPS - I feel like a bit of a harlot; I washed my favorite pair of jeans last night and holy crap, they wear like a second skin right now >.>
