Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

03-Mar-2007
04:01PM – La Guardia Airport

This city has a way of energizing me like nothing before. Something about the hustle, the noise, and the complexity that motivates and wakes me up every morning.

I’m at the Chili’s restaurant in the La Guardia airport right now. There’s a stench of mixed cologne, perfume, and rainwater in the air. What my boneless buffalo chicken appetizer lacks in zing makes up for it in tenderness and plenty of ranch sauce. Wash that down with a tall glass of Stella Artois and I’m not complaining at all.

It was pouring this morning. I have a tendency to lose things carelessly like umbrellas and sunglasses, so I don’t even bother buying either. Six hours later, only a few clouds lingered from the inclement weather that’s tortured our country over the past 48 hours. Tornadoes in the south – in February? The back-to-back blizzards in MPLS in less than a week? Seriously folks, go watch the move “Day After Tomorrow.” I’m not saying it’s a movie that’ll cause your paradigm to shift, but it definitely makes you wonder.

We checked out a comedy club last night. The name escapes me right now, but the performances won’t. Entitled “MySpace,” you can guess what the improvisation was all about. They pulled onto stage 3 audience members throughout the night along with their MySpace profiles. The “comedians” gathered enough material to bash the victim for a good 15 minutes. Not the most hysterical show I’ve ever seen, but a great concept nonetheless.
You gotta admire those people who got up on stage, even though I guarantee they beefed up their profiles prior to the show. You can’t take yourself seriously all the time. I commend them on having the ganas to publicly humiliate themselves.

Side bar: I just asked for my check. It was here in 45 seconds. I told the waitress “Wow, fastest thing you’ve delivered to the table since I got here.” She called me a “Dick.” I furled my brow, squinted my eyes at her and give her a mug. We both smiled.

I’m looking forward to getting home this weekend. It’s been over a month; and practically all winter since I’ve seen snow. Unfortunately, Ames will have to wait another year. Blessing in disguise since that would have translated to 6+ hours in the car on Saturday alone, but I’m still disappointed – was looking forward to getting back to the MW roots; the reason why I bleed purple.

Do you ever see an incredibly beautiful woman with the most random guy? Maybe I notice it more than others, but the world is full of these instances. It’s an unexplainable phenomenon, like after you fold a load of laundry and you end up with one sock missing. If you’re one of those girls, I open the floor to discussion. Please, enlighten us.

Current Mood: Stop This Train, John Mayer

“So scared of getting older
I’m only good at being young
So I play the numbers game to
Find a way to say that life has just begun
Had a talk with my old man
Said help me understand
He said turn sixty-eight
You’ll renegotiate
Don’t stop this train
Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in
Don’t for a minute think that I couldn’t ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly
We’ll never stop this train.”