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Originally Posted at 03:54 PM on Jan. 10, 2004
I fly back to Boulder this evening, as with most things, the break lasted a very long time.. until it ended; at which point I look back, and it seems as though I just got here. Seems that is the way with things.
Yesterday, I got together with Maria and Erin, as planned, and we hung out for ~6 hours, it was a total blast, we didn't watch a movie, we didn't watch tv, we just chatted, it was awesome. We went to Taco Bell for lunch, and I bought.. all was well, and then high school let out, and 30+ high schoolers showed up, but they didn't come in, they just gathered outside, smoked cigarettes, other things, and fight. A few of them came in, and they weren't too bad, but it was absolutely ridiculous. The manager of the store had to come outside and tell them she called the cops (which I bet she didn't) to break them up, stop the fighting, and generally make them go elsewhere. Then something happened and a number of the kids chased a car, then came running back the other way, with talks of guns. Shortly after, we decided it was time to leave, lunch consumed, and a drama fest in our midst; it was the best course of action. Hence, I am glad to say, I am done with high school, and... hunched over my cane, in my old-man voice, "When I was their age (mind you this would be two to six years ago), we didn't do things like that."
Back at Erin's place, it was decided Erin (and I) were going to teach Maria to drive. Maria was so nervous, last time she drove, she got into an accident. She's 20, without a license. We hopped into Erin's car, and ran Maria through the basics, and basically did Simon-Says while Maria drove. "Give it more gas," "Okay, turn right." And so forth. Maria had a splendid time, didn't hit anything, and never got the speedometer over 8 miles per hour. I said she was nervous, didn't I? We had a good time, and she did great, she might break 10 next time she drives.
Since Maria has no license, and no car, I had to pick her up, but I also had to take her to work after we were done hanging out. It just so happened, we had to brave rush hour traffic to get her to work. It was lucky we left 50 minutes before we needed to, we spent 30+ minutes from the strip to the next 5 blocks. It was absolutely ridiculous. I dropped her off, and took off for my home (completely across town). It took me just a hair under an hour to cross town; like I said, rush hour. It took me twenty-three minutes to get to Maria's in the morning, and basically from there back to my house, it took an hour. Ouch. I was behind someone on the freeway for so long, he went through two cigarettes! (As I see them come flying out the window, and hit the ground leaving sparks here and there... I pass it by at somewhere between one and ten miles per hour.
I have to go wrap? up my socks, ya know, fold em into little balls... and then toss 'em into my suitcase and wait to go to the airport. I have so much crap, omgosh. I came home with less than I'm leaving with. Then again, I did buy some new clothes, and find some that I wanted to take back with me... and I have some more electronic stuff I want to take, so there we are. That's always the way though, so it doesn't really matter.
Off to fold socks, and fly home.
Worst part about this traveling thing:
My flight leaves at 5:26pm. I will be at the airport at 3:30pm. I will arrive in Denver at 8:10pm. The bus to Boulder picks up at 8:20pm, the next one comes at 9:20pm. I will be stuck waiting for the bus for an hour (It takes more than 10 minutes to get from the terminal to the bus stop, and let's not forget the checked baggage I'll need to pick up). Then I will spend roughly 90 minutes on the bus, getting to Boulder. Which means, I will probably get "home-home" at 11:00pm sharp. Let's do the math, from 3:30pm to 11:00pm, minus one hour for the time zone change, is 6.5 hours. Talk about a draining waste of time, getting from point A to point B.
Originally Posted at 03:54 PM on Jan. 10, 2004
I fly back to Boulder this evening, as with most things, the break lasted a very long time.. until it ended; at which point I look back, and it seems as though I just got here. Seems that is the way with things.
Yesterday, I got together with Maria and Erin, as planned, and we hung out for ~6 hours, it was a total blast, we didn't watch a movie, we didn't watch tv, we just chatted, it was awesome. We went to Taco Bell for lunch, and I bought.. all was well, and then high school let out, and 30+ high schoolers showed up, but they didn't come in, they just gathered outside, smoked cigarettes, other things, and fight. A few of them came in, and they weren't too bad, but it was absolutely ridiculous. The manager of the store had to come outside and tell them she called the cops (which I bet she didn't) to break them up, stop the fighting, and generally make them go elsewhere. Then something happened and a number of the kids chased a car, then came running back the other way, with talks of guns. Shortly after, we decided it was time to leave, lunch consumed, and a drama fest in our midst; it was the best course of action. Hence, I am glad to say, I am done with high school, and... hunched over my cane, in my old-man voice, "When I was their age (mind you this would be two to six years ago), we didn't do things like that."
Back at Erin's place, it was decided Erin (and I) were going to teach Maria to drive. Maria was so nervous, last time she drove, she got into an accident. She's 20, without a license. We hopped into Erin's car, and ran Maria through the basics, and basically did Simon-Says while Maria drove. "Give it more gas," "Okay, turn right." And so forth. Maria had a splendid time, didn't hit anything, and never got the speedometer over 8 miles per hour. I said she was nervous, didn't I? We had a good time, and she did great, she might break 10 next time she drives.
Since Maria has no license, and no car, I had to pick her up, but I also had to take her to work after we were done hanging out. It just so happened, we had to brave rush hour traffic to get her to work. It was lucky we left 50 minutes before we needed to, we spent 30+ minutes from the strip to the next 5 blocks. It was absolutely ridiculous. I dropped her off, and took off for my home (completely across town). It took me just a hair under an hour to cross town; like I said, rush hour. It took me twenty-three minutes to get to Maria's in the morning, and basically from there back to my house, it took an hour. Ouch. I was behind someone on the freeway for so long, he went through two cigarettes! (As I see them come flying out the window, and hit the ground leaving sparks here and there... I pass it by at somewhere between one and ten miles per hour.
I have to go wrap? up my socks, ya know, fold em into little balls... and then toss 'em into my suitcase and wait to go to the airport. I have so much crap, omgosh. I came home with less than I'm leaving with. Then again, I did buy some new clothes, and find some that I wanted to take back with me... and I have some more electronic stuff I want to take, so there we are. That's always the way though, so it doesn't really matter.
Off to fold socks, and fly home.
Worst part about this traveling thing:
My flight leaves at 5:26pm. I will be at the airport at 3:30pm. I will arrive in Denver at 8:10pm. The bus to Boulder picks up at 8:20pm, the next one comes at 9:20pm. I will be stuck waiting for the bus for an hour (It takes more than 10 minutes to get from the terminal to the bus stop, and let's not forget the checked baggage I'll need to pick up). Then I will spend roughly 90 minutes on the bus, getting to Boulder. Which means, I will probably get "home-home" at 11:00pm sharp. Let's do the math, from 3:30pm to 11:00pm, minus one hour for the time zone change, is 6.5 hours. Talk about a draining waste of time, getting from point A to point B.
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