Hm How'd That Happen...
Apparently the weekend got lost in the shuffle somewhere there. Stayed overnight off base for the first time and basically did a whole lot of nothing. Boy does that feel good. You should try it sometime. Sleep in way late, watch some tv, read a book, stare at the wall. Eat a lot too. Very fun stuff. So yeah now boom we're deploying this afternoon on a mock mobility exercise, so I'll be living in a tent until Friday. Maybe then I'll be able to update a bit. You never know around here though.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Oh Yeah By the Way...
I'm still alive. Three weeks seem to have gotten lost in the shuffle. Basically around here, if you have time to blog, it means you're not doing something you should be doing. With sleeping being at the top of that list.
So in a nutshell what's been going on, hm... Took the first couple PFTs, and increased my score on the second by around 80 points thanks to dropping my 1.5 mile time a minute, always good news. Also took the first two CWTs, and unfortunately although I got a 94 on the first I only got an 88 on the second, and although that's still well within passing range, that could cause problems.
Reason being that we finally got down the assignment information for everyone as to where they're going. Unfortunately for navigators, the Board that decides whether or not we go to Pensacola (my preferred result) or Randolph doesn't meet until October 1st. We did have a briefing about both bases though and talked to current WSOs Navs and EWOs, all potentiall career paths for us depending on where we end up. From my last count, after a few SIE'd, there are now 23 Navs left in class 04-01. There are 5 available slots to Pensacola. Any way you slice it, those are pretty bad odds. I would have liked to show improvement on both my second PFT and CWT, but was only able to accomplish half of that goal. Luckily there is a whole lot of other stuff that is taken into consideration at the Board, including a letter I write explaining why I feel I belong there, a letter my FTO writes to plug me, and basically all the stats on me here such as results from leadership activities and briefings and so forth. All that should do me justice, but that last CWT score has had me pretty worried. No clue when the results of the Board will come back, might be a few days later since there are so few apps, or it might be a few weeks later. So right up until a few weeks before graduation I'll have no clue whether I'm packing up and going to Texas or packing up and going to Florida. All I can do is hope I suppose.
The end of the sixth week was important for another big reason, the upper class graduated on Friday. There were actually several events involved, including the Dining Out for graduating members and their families at the O'Club on Wednesday, Open House on Campus on Thursday so they could see where the members studied, ate, and slept, and then the Graduation Parade on Friday. For all those who were pondering not inviting their families, I highly advise against it. All of these events are really cool, and give the people you're related to a window into the life you're going to be leading. Especially for those who have no experience with the military, it's a chance for them to see what it's really like. By the way, week six is really ugly. The first week is equally ugly, because trying to stay awake is the biggest challenge as you run on no sleep with a million things to do. But week six they just pile on the academics, and you have something major due every day with not much time to work on it. While also juggling volunteering for merits for the upper class graduation activities and working shifts at CQ, OCC, PCC, or OTSAC (yeah as if you'll understand any of that). I hear week nine is the next roughest, we'll have to see about that.
Unfortunately for me it's clear across the country from just about everyone I know, so it will be pretty rough on anyone who wants to come participate. It's definitely going to be the coolest thing ever though. So now that they're gone we inherit upper class positions and ranks, so I'm now known as OT Captain Wilson in the position of Operations Group Executive Officer. Basically I work with the top two in charge of OPS which is about half the class. This means I'll get to be carrying a saber at graduation marching out in front of one of the groups of squadrons, one of only 14 out of 150 or so who get to. Pretty spiffy. Privileges become more meaningful, as we become eligible for off-base privileges for the first time next weekend. Unfortunately you have to have 5 or less demerits by Wednesday night, and I'm already at 4 before getting through the weekend, so I'll probably be hanging out on Campus much like this weekend. Alas.
So, we're at uh, forty days to go. No prooooblem.
I'm still alive. Three weeks seem to have gotten lost in the shuffle. Basically around here, if you have time to blog, it means you're not doing something you should be doing. With sleeping being at the top of that list.
So in a nutshell what's been going on, hm... Took the first couple PFTs, and increased my score on the second by around 80 points thanks to dropping my 1.5 mile time a minute, always good news. Also took the first two CWTs, and unfortunately although I got a 94 on the first I only got an 88 on the second, and although that's still well within passing range, that could cause problems.
Reason being that we finally got down the assignment information for everyone as to where they're going. Unfortunately for navigators, the Board that decides whether or not we go to Pensacola (my preferred result) or Randolph doesn't meet until October 1st. We did have a briefing about both bases though and talked to current WSOs Navs and EWOs, all potentiall career paths for us depending on where we end up. From my last count, after a few SIE'd, there are now 23 Navs left in class 04-01. There are 5 available slots to Pensacola. Any way you slice it, those are pretty bad odds. I would have liked to show improvement on both my second PFT and CWT, but was only able to accomplish half of that goal. Luckily there is a whole lot of other stuff that is taken into consideration at the Board, including a letter I write explaining why I feel I belong there, a letter my FTO writes to plug me, and basically all the stats on me here such as results from leadership activities and briefings and so forth. All that should do me justice, but that last CWT score has had me pretty worried. No clue when the results of the Board will come back, might be a few days later since there are so few apps, or it might be a few weeks later. So right up until a few weeks before graduation I'll have no clue whether I'm packing up and going to Texas or packing up and going to Florida. All I can do is hope I suppose.
The end of the sixth week was important for another big reason, the upper class graduated on Friday. There were actually several events involved, including the Dining Out for graduating members and their families at the O'Club on Wednesday, Open House on Campus on Thursday so they could see where the members studied, ate, and slept, and then the Graduation Parade on Friday. For all those who were pondering not inviting their families, I highly advise against it. All of these events are really cool, and give the people you're related to a window into the life you're going to be leading. Especially for those who have no experience with the military, it's a chance for them to see what it's really like. By the way, week six is really ugly. The first week is equally ugly, because trying to stay awake is the biggest challenge as you run on no sleep with a million things to do. But week six they just pile on the academics, and you have something major due every day with not much time to work on it. While also juggling volunteering for merits for the upper class graduation activities and working shifts at CQ, OCC, PCC, or OTSAC (yeah as if you'll understand any of that). I hear week nine is the next roughest, we'll have to see about that.
Unfortunately for me it's clear across the country from just about everyone I know, so it will be pretty rough on anyone who wants to come participate. It's definitely going to be the coolest thing ever though. So now that they're gone we inherit upper class positions and ranks, so I'm now known as OT Captain Wilson in the position of Operations Group Executive Officer. Basically I work with the top two in charge of OPS which is about half the class. This means I'll get to be carrying a saber at graduation marching out in front of one of the groups of squadrons, one of only 14 out of 150 or so who get to. Pretty spiffy. Privileges become more meaningful, as we become eligible for off-base privileges for the first time next weekend. Unfortunately you have to have 5 or less demerits by Wednesday night, and I'm already at 4 before getting through the weekend, so I'll probably be hanging out on Campus much like this weekend. Alas.
So, we're at uh, forty days to go. No prooooblem.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Federal Holidays Are Good For...
Posting blogs, it would seem. It's a good thing we had the day off too, because I had a lot to catch up on. As expected it's been a long time since I posted, and I'm kind of sad about that. Coming in I really expected to be able to sit down for a few minutes each day and chug out everything I did in journal form, and be able to reminisce about how sucky it was later. Now that we're finally into third class status, we actually do have a bit of free time now and then, but it's really hard to motivate myself to want to do anything. We have to be on point all the time, from 5am to 5pm, and then even with various evening chores or activities after that, so when we do get time to relax, step one is the head hitting the pillow, and step two is lalaland.
I know how much I loved reading the journals of others who came before me, and it's sad people won't get the same from mine. I guess I might as well get used to it though, as I'm sure much of my job won't be something I can talk to my family or friends about. It's a small price to pay for a cubicle by the window I suppose.
So what all can I say about the last couple weeks... Well they sucked a lot, and I'm glad they're over. Too much to do in too little time, a whole lot of demerits (54 in one week was my top) and plenty of downers. Luckily morale boosting is something they feel is important around here, so they make sure to make you feel good at least a couple times a week before knocking you flat again. I think we got lucky when it comes to FTO's though, ours is stern but civil. He makes sure to let you know when you screw up, but isn't overbearing about it. By now our class has lost a few dozen people, but our original flight of twelve is intact. We had our first PFD, and I conveniently had felt like crap for the two days prior, as well as during, so my run was a good minute off what it should have been. I suppose I can partially blame the heat and the fact the other two events (pushups and situps) come beforehand and that's not the way I train, but I still should have done much better. I have a long way to go to get to where I want to be, but I'm really getting into the swing of things now and should be dropping some weight along the way to make things easier. I did get personal bests in the two non running categories though so that's something to be happy about.
This last weekend our FTO gave us four hours of base privileges, which basically means we were able to wander around inside the gates for a while. We hit up the BX and then went bowling, which was quite fun. Nice to get off campus at least temporarily. I saw a ton of cool planes set up as monuments and whatnot, going to have to go back around with a camera once I have more time. I've been trying to take pictures whenever I think of it, so I've got some pretty good ones of the action so far. We wore our blues for the first time while going off campus, which was pretty trippy. You see your flightmates in nothing but pc gear and BDUs (camouflage) for weeks and suddenly they're lookin all preppy, quite entertaining. I dunno about those flight caps though, that'll take some getting used to. Going to be pretty pathetic as a nonprior to have my two ribbons at graduation while people like my roommate have like four rows, but I guess that's what eleven years in the service gets you.
Watched a Real World episode tonight now that we finally have tv privileges (we can even talk at lunch and dinner now, oooooooh), that was an interesting taste of what once was. I've been managing to get in a bit of phone time too, now that I discovered I can just call people and have them call me back on those phones, since they probably get free long distance on their cells and I can't use mine.
I gotta give a huge thanks to those who have sent me stuff, I've been making my roommate jealous because of the amount of mail I've received, and it is really awesome. You have no idea how cool it is to actually see proof that the other side of the country you used to live on is still over there. Makes my day. :)
Also gotta plug those I've talked to on the phone, that is the best stress release there is. Anyone interested in hearing how a typical day goes over here feel free to e-mail me at otsstudent.044@maxwell.af.mil with your phone number (don't have my address book) and I'll hit you up sometime. E-mail here is kind of fritzy though so I'll probably be able to check once a day at most. You could also try my usual hotmail address to the right but since I can't access that site here I'm having someone else maintain it and am checking in around once a week so there will be a longer delay.
So, we're at uh, sixty days to go. No prooooblem.
Posting blogs, it would seem. It's a good thing we had the day off too, because I had a lot to catch up on. As expected it's been a long time since I posted, and I'm kind of sad about that. Coming in I really expected to be able to sit down for a few minutes each day and chug out everything I did in journal form, and be able to reminisce about how sucky it was later. Now that we're finally into third class status, we actually do have a bit of free time now and then, but it's really hard to motivate myself to want to do anything. We have to be on point all the time, from 5am to 5pm, and then even with various evening chores or activities after that, so when we do get time to relax, step one is the head hitting the pillow, and step two is lalaland.
I know how much I loved reading the journals of others who came before me, and it's sad people won't get the same from mine. I guess I might as well get used to it though, as I'm sure much of my job won't be something I can talk to my family or friends about. It's a small price to pay for a cubicle by the window I suppose.
So what all can I say about the last couple weeks... Well they sucked a lot, and I'm glad they're over. Too much to do in too little time, a whole lot of demerits (54 in one week was my top) and plenty of downers. Luckily morale boosting is something they feel is important around here, so they make sure to make you feel good at least a couple times a week before knocking you flat again. I think we got lucky when it comes to FTO's though, ours is stern but civil. He makes sure to let you know when you screw up, but isn't overbearing about it. By now our class has lost a few dozen people, but our original flight of twelve is intact. We had our first PFD, and I conveniently had felt like crap for the two days prior, as well as during, so my run was a good minute off what it should have been. I suppose I can partially blame the heat and the fact the other two events (pushups and situps) come beforehand and that's not the way I train, but I still should have done much better. I have a long way to go to get to where I want to be, but I'm really getting into the swing of things now and should be dropping some weight along the way to make things easier. I did get personal bests in the two non running categories though so that's something to be happy about.
This last weekend our FTO gave us four hours of base privileges, which basically means we were able to wander around inside the gates for a while. We hit up the BX and then went bowling, which was quite fun. Nice to get off campus at least temporarily. I saw a ton of cool planes set up as monuments and whatnot, going to have to go back around with a camera once I have more time. I've been trying to take pictures whenever I think of it, so I've got some pretty good ones of the action so far. We wore our blues for the first time while going off campus, which was pretty trippy. You see your flightmates in nothing but pc gear and BDUs (camouflage) for weeks and suddenly they're lookin all preppy, quite entertaining. I dunno about those flight caps though, that'll take some getting used to. Going to be pretty pathetic as a nonprior to have my two ribbons at graduation while people like my roommate have like four rows, but I guess that's what eleven years in the service gets you.
Watched a Real World episode tonight now that we finally have tv privileges (we can even talk at lunch and dinner now, oooooooh), that was an interesting taste of what once was. I've been managing to get in a bit of phone time too, now that I discovered I can just call people and have them call me back on those phones, since they probably get free long distance on their cells and I can't use mine.
I gotta give a huge thanks to those who have sent me stuff, I've been making my roommate jealous because of the amount of mail I've received, and it is really awesome. You have no idea how cool it is to actually see proof that the other side of the country you used to live on is still over there. Makes my day. :)
Also gotta plug those I've talked to on the phone, that is the best stress release there is. Anyone interested in hearing how a typical day goes over here feel free to e-mail me at otsstudent.044@maxwell.af.mil with your phone number (don't have my address book) and I'll hit you up sometime. E-mail here is kind of fritzy though so I'll probably be able to check once a day at most. You could also try my usual hotmail address to the right but since I can't access that site here I'm having someone else maintain it and am checking in around once a week so there will be a longer delay.
So, we're at uh, sixty days to go. No prooooblem.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
A Sign of Life.
Believe it or not, I've been here a week. Feels like a month. So much has happened, I really don't know where to start. Unfortunately for the internet world out there, nearly all of what has happened won't ever be publicly posted.
Needless to say, I arrived at Maxwell AFB in Alabama last Tuesday night just before midnight, and have been living quite a different life since then.
This is pretty much the first time I've had a spare few minutes to do much of anything. I'd love to unload just pages and pages of journal entries, but to be honest I don't know if it's going to happen.
Many people were planning to use my site as a source for information about what life is like at OTS, but the briefings that were held regarding what was to be kept private are going to prevent that from happening. Posts will consist of the various major events that go on, as well as how I'm feeling about the whole thing and whatnot. When it comes to procedures, things to memorize, or what you should know to get a leg up by the time you get here, I won't be discussing it.
Truthfully, I'm glad I was learning at the same pace as everyone else. There is an absolute truckload of procedures to learn, and you're purposely given not enough time to learn them, in order to cause mistakes and pressure. Stress is paramount, as is sleep deprivation. The best advice I can give a week in is just to remember what you're here for, and realize everything making your life miserable is temporary.
One of the reasons I decided to post today was the fact that they just dropped off the first of my two BDU tops (Battle Dress Uniform- the camouflage outfit) with the name tapes sewn on. Up to this point we've been wearing plastic nametags, and that will continue until the upper class graduates in about a month.
When I pulled it out of the bag though, it was an interesting feeling. For the first time I had a piece of clothing that said WILSON, U.S. AIR FORCE. I guess it's kind of like being handed your starting jersey for a soccer team or something. My roommate is piror active service eleven years, and says he still remembers the first time he saw him name "in lights" so to speak.
Nothing had really been hitting me thus far, but I think that finally made me realize I'm really here. We're confined to campus for the first several weeks, which consists of an area about the same size as Manzanita Village back at school, or maybe a couple football fields square. Thus I haven't seen any of Alabama really, other than the midnight bus ride in from Atlanta to Montgomery. Other than the heat, and constant lightning warnings, I haven't really seen any evidence that I'm quite far from where I grew up. I'm sure as time passes I'll figure it out. Seeing my name on the uniform is pretty cool though. Being referred to as OT Wilson isn't as exciting (officer trainee) although for some of the personnel paperwork they refer to you as Staff Sergeant Wilson, which takes some getting used to.
So anyway, I'm alive, and moving forward. I count something like 73 days left until OTS graduation. Ouch. More when there's more. Eventually.
Believe it or not, I've been here a week. Feels like a month. So much has happened, I really don't know where to start. Unfortunately for the internet world out there, nearly all of what has happened won't ever be publicly posted.
Needless to say, I arrived at Maxwell AFB in Alabama last Tuesday night just before midnight, and have been living quite a different life since then.
This is pretty much the first time I've had a spare few minutes to do much of anything. I'd love to unload just pages and pages of journal entries, but to be honest I don't know if it's going to happen.
Many people were planning to use my site as a source for information about what life is like at OTS, but the briefings that were held regarding what was to be kept private are going to prevent that from happening. Posts will consist of the various major events that go on, as well as how I'm feeling about the whole thing and whatnot. When it comes to procedures, things to memorize, or what you should know to get a leg up by the time you get here, I won't be discussing it.
Truthfully, I'm glad I was learning at the same pace as everyone else. There is an absolute truckload of procedures to learn, and you're purposely given not enough time to learn them, in order to cause mistakes and pressure. Stress is paramount, as is sleep deprivation. The best advice I can give a week in is just to remember what you're here for, and realize everything making your life miserable is temporary.
One of the reasons I decided to post today was the fact that they just dropped off the first of my two BDU tops (Battle Dress Uniform- the camouflage outfit) with the name tapes sewn on. Up to this point we've been wearing plastic nametags, and that will continue until the upper class graduates in about a month.
When I pulled it out of the bag though, it was an interesting feeling. For the first time I had a piece of clothing that said WILSON, U.S. AIR FORCE. I guess it's kind of like being handed your starting jersey for a soccer team or something. My roommate is piror active service eleven years, and says he still remembers the first time he saw him name "in lights" so to speak.
Nothing had really been hitting me thus far, but I think that finally made me realize I'm really here. We're confined to campus for the first several weeks, which consists of an area about the same size as Manzanita Village back at school, or maybe a couple football fields square. Thus I haven't seen any of Alabama really, other than the midnight bus ride in from Atlanta to Montgomery. Other than the heat, and constant lightning warnings, I haven't really seen any evidence that I'm quite far from where I grew up. I'm sure as time passes I'll figure it out. Seeing my name on the uniform is pretty cool though. Being referred to as OT Wilson isn't as exciting (officer trainee) although for some of the personnel paperwork they refer to you as Staff Sergeant Wilson, which takes some getting used to.
So anyway, I'm alive, and moving forward. I count something like 73 days left until OTS graduation. Ouch. More when there's more. Eventually.
Monday, August 11, 2003
See You All On The Other Side.
Would have liked to have posted more, but thinks came together pretty quick here.
Flight leaves at some point this morning, my call time is 4:30am to MEPS. Ten weeks later on Halloween, assuming all goes well, I should have graduated and will be commissioned as a 2nd Lt. in the USAF.
Internet access during the process will probably be sparse, but I'll try to keep journals somewhat daily and post them when possible. No promises however, I hear things get a bit busy.
To all of you who IM'd/e-mailed/saw me this week, you rock. Especially to those who called last night to wish me the best, it's great to know there are people on this side of the rock that care about me. I'm feelin the love. Good luck to all of you in your pursuits until I return.
Would have liked to have posted more, but thinks came together pretty quick here.
Flight leaves at some point this morning, my call time is 4:30am to MEPS. Ten weeks later on Halloween, assuming all goes well, I should have graduated and will be commissioned as a 2nd Lt. in the USAF.
Internet access during the process will probably be sparse, but I'll try to keep journals somewhat daily and post them when possible. No promises however, I hear things get a bit busy.
To all of you who IM'd/e-mailed/saw me this week, you rock. Especially to those who called last night to wish me the best, it's great to know there are people on this side of the rock that care about me. I'm feelin the love. Good luck to all of you in your pursuits until I return.
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Get Out of Jail Free Card
Also known as a verification of my degree, I finally managed to secure one this morning after three days of chasing professors and letters around trying to prove my GPA was high enough. Made it by a cool 5 thousands of a point I believe. Had it completely under control. Yep.
So the plan is now to head down to LA sometime later today or maybe tomorrow morning, and spend the weekend getting my act together there. Then I'll be getting dropped off at MEPS bright and early around 4am Monday morning, and hopping on a plane heading East.
Been saying goodbye to a lot of people today, who knows when I'll reappear back on this side of things. Only one thing is for sure, I won't have much hair.
Going to see The Producers on Sunday at 2pm, and then promptly going to sleep, but other than that my weekend should have plenty of gaps for more goodbyes and whatnot, just call my cell.
Also known as a verification of my degree, I finally managed to secure one this morning after three days of chasing professors and letters around trying to prove my GPA was high enough. Made it by a cool 5 thousands of a point I believe. Had it completely under control. Yep.
So the plan is now to head down to LA sometime later today or maybe tomorrow morning, and spend the weekend getting my act together there. Then I'll be getting dropped off at MEPS bright and early around 4am Monday morning, and hopping on a plane heading East.
Been saying goodbye to a lot of people today, who knows when I'll reappear back on this side of things. Only one thing is for sure, I won't have much hair.
Going to see The Producers on Sunday at 2pm, and then promptly going to sleep, but other than that my weekend should have plenty of gaps for more goodbyes and whatnot, just call my cell.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Monday, August 04, 2003
Yet Another Waiting Game...
Everything, and I do mean everything, is up in the air right now. I'm hoping to get grades back tomorrow. If they're good as expected, the process will move along, if not, my OTS class is delayed at least six weeks and I start summer session B a couple weeks late. If that works out, then I start trying to get the letters from professors to the registrar, to get the verification I need as well the as getting the transcript process started so they can mail it directly to OTS. Hopefully, that will be given to me by Thursday. If it is, I could potentially be driving to Alabama, leaving very early Friday. I'd have to do a whole lot in a whole little amount of time though, so who knows. If not, I'd fly out Tuesday or possibly Monday, assuming I can switch my plans with the recruiter from driving to flying at such short notice.
So basically, I know nothing at this point, but by the end of tomorrow I should know a little more.
Everything, and I do mean everything, is up in the air right now. I'm hoping to get grades back tomorrow. If they're good as expected, the process will move along, if not, my OTS class is delayed at least six weeks and I start summer session B a couple weeks late. If that works out, then I start trying to get the letters from professors to the registrar, to get the verification I need as well the as getting the transcript process started so they can mail it directly to OTS. Hopefully, that will be given to me by Thursday. If it is, I could potentially be driving to Alabama, leaving very early Friday. I'd have to do a whole lot in a whole little amount of time though, so who knows. If not, I'd fly out Tuesday or possibly Monday, assuming I can switch my plans with the recruiter from driving to flying at such short notice.
So basically, I know nothing at this point, but by the end of tomorrow I should know a little more.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Thursday, July 24, 2003
Blah Blah Blah
Life during summer school sure isn't too exciting. I can probably sum up the last couple weeks in a few paragraphs. Last Monday I ran my first sub 6 minute mile since high school in a whopping 5:59.74. Didn't make it by much, but that's still pretty awesome. Did a couple more hard workouts then this most recent Sunday ran a workout that consisted of a 1000, 800, 600, and 400, with the first three adding up to the 2400 requirement I'll be doing at OTS. I ran them very hard, and granted there were breaks in between so it's not at all an accurate comparison, but I managed to get under 9 minutes, which is something I've been far from managing previously. My best 2400 running straight through is 9:55 from a couple months ago, but I haven't timed it since then. I'm hoping I'm somewhere in the mid to lower 9s now. The next day I ran down to the beach and then all the way back up to the KEYT tv station which is on top of this huge hill, and had my friends pick me up and drive me back down to save my shins. My right shin still felt pretty sore though, so given it was a hard week I decided to take a couple days off. Staying healthy/in shape is the goal, getting injured is not the goal. I was still feeling it Tuesday and a bit Wednesday, but today I don't feel it at all so I'll probably do an easy run tomorrow and see how it goes.
In other news, I won't be driving to Alabama as predicted, due to the fact the verification I need from my university stating I graduated that I have to take with me won't be available until the day after I was planning to leave. It's still somewhat up in the air though, my friend brought up the idea that it could be overnighted to me somewhere along the way, although since most of the travelling is on a weekend I'm not sure how that would work. The other main problem is I'm not positive about the grades and so forth that I need yet, so nothing is set in stone. I'm having to haggle teachers for letters to the registrar stating my grades won't change to expediate the processing, and do all sorts of fun stuff like that.
Midterms came back and they went well, so I'm feeling pretty confident going into finals. I haven't missed any classes since the midterms so I can be sure that I'll know everything that had been covered in class. Two of them are essay based but I have the review questions of which three will be on the final, so there can't be any surprises. The other class the T/A does a really good job in section going over various kinds of problems that will be on the test, and also will be having another review session similiar to the midterm one where she went over entire tests from the old test booklet of which the actual questions ended up very similar. So overall feeling good about grades.
It will get interesting though, I have a final the 30th and two on the 31st, and the bummer thing is summer session B starts that next Monday the 4th, so I will need to hopefully know my grades by then and know if I need to be registering for second session. I don't see it happening, but you never know. Theoretically if I get the grades I need they'll be able to turn them in with a letter by like the 6th, and I'll be able to pick up the verification I need on like Friday the 8th. Then I'll go home and futz about for the weekend cleaning up my life and then hop on a plane Tuesday morning and suddenly appear in Alabama at some point that evening.
Other than classes not a whole lot going on, random entertainment here and there, been reading some of the books I bought off the recommended Air Force reading list, finished up "The Wild Blue" by Steven Ambrose which was very entertaining, finding out what it was like to fly in WWII makes it simple to figure out how easy people who fly have it today. I'm now working on "Beyond the Wild Blue" by Walter J Boyne, which basically details the history of the Air Force from WWII to basically the present day, covering all the major events and conflicts and leaders and whatnot. By the time I'm done with this decently sized book I should be much better informed going into OTS about those that came before.
Oops time for class again, guess I'll stop hogging the library computer.
Life during summer school sure isn't too exciting. I can probably sum up the last couple weeks in a few paragraphs. Last Monday I ran my first sub 6 minute mile since high school in a whopping 5:59.74. Didn't make it by much, but that's still pretty awesome. Did a couple more hard workouts then this most recent Sunday ran a workout that consisted of a 1000, 800, 600, and 400, with the first three adding up to the 2400 requirement I'll be doing at OTS. I ran them very hard, and granted there were breaks in between so it's not at all an accurate comparison, but I managed to get under 9 minutes, which is something I've been far from managing previously. My best 2400 running straight through is 9:55 from a couple months ago, but I haven't timed it since then. I'm hoping I'm somewhere in the mid to lower 9s now. The next day I ran down to the beach and then all the way back up to the KEYT tv station which is on top of this huge hill, and had my friends pick me up and drive me back down to save my shins. My right shin still felt pretty sore though, so given it was a hard week I decided to take a couple days off. Staying healthy/in shape is the goal, getting injured is not the goal. I was still feeling it Tuesday and a bit Wednesday, but today I don't feel it at all so I'll probably do an easy run tomorrow and see how it goes.
In other news, I won't be driving to Alabama as predicted, due to the fact the verification I need from my university stating I graduated that I have to take with me won't be available until the day after I was planning to leave. It's still somewhat up in the air though, my friend brought up the idea that it could be overnighted to me somewhere along the way, although since most of the travelling is on a weekend I'm not sure how that would work. The other main problem is I'm not positive about the grades and so forth that I need yet, so nothing is set in stone. I'm having to haggle teachers for letters to the registrar stating my grades won't change to expediate the processing, and do all sorts of fun stuff like that.
Midterms came back and they went well, so I'm feeling pretty confident going into finals. I haven't missed any classes since the midterms so I can be sure that I'll know everything that had been covered in class. Two of them are essay based but I have the review questions of which three will be on the final, so there can't be any surprises. The other class the T/A does a really good job in section going over various kinds of problems that will be on the test, and also will be having another review session similiar to the midterm one where she went over entire tests from the old test booklet of which the actual questions ended up very similar. So overall feeling good about grades.
It will get interesting though, I have a final the 30th and two on the 31st, and the bummer thing is summer session B starts that next Monday the 4th, so I will need to hopefully know my grades by then and know if I need to be registering for second session. I don't see it happening, but you never know. Theoretically if I get the grades I need they'll be able to turn them in with a letter by like the 6th, and I'll be able to pick up the verification I need on like Friday the 8th. Then I'll go home and futz about for the weekend cleaning up my life and then hop on a plane Tuesday morning and suddenly appear in Alabama at some point that evening.
Other than classes not a whole lot going on, random entertainment here and there, been reading some of the books I bought off the recommended Air Force reading list, finished up "The Wild Blue" by Steven Ambrose which was very entertaining, finding out what it was like to fly in WWII makes it simple to figure out how easy people who fly have it today. I'm now working on "Beyond the Wild Blue" by Walter J Boyne, which basically details the history of the Air Force from WWII to basically the present day, covering all the major events and conflicts and leaders and whatnot. By the time I'm done with this decently sized book I should be much better informed going into OTS about those that came before.
Oops time for class again, guess I'll stop hogging the library computer.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
Reality Returns, Eventually.
But we still had a bt more fun to have. Being renergized by the show, we got to wandering again, and decided to head a bit further downtown to check out Union Square and NYU as well as Greenwich Village, a suburb known for its artists, poets, and playwrights, a place my friend felt right at home, and could see herself living in someday. Again, it was pretty late at night, but there was still hustle and bustle around the square, so we grabbed a seat on the steps leading into the park to just take it all in. There were some stunt bike performers that were pretty good, some random skateboarders showing off their moves, and just a truckload of youth from the city all talking about their latest and greatest exploits.
After hanging out there a while and pondering the meaning of a series of numbers on one of the buildings and eventually figuring them out, we got our walk on and continued South. After cruising through Greenwich Village and checking out NYU and discussing how nice it must be to be richy rich, we deicded it was time for a snack. She had some sort of tiramisu concoction, while I went with a simple cup of jello from the little market on the corner. I hadn't had jello for a really lengthy period of time, I'm not sure why. Jello rules. Having walked something like a couple miles by that point after the show going by the fact that twenty north south city blocks is a mile (a nifty fact I found in one of the guides I was reading while bored on the subway) we decided we'd call it a night. By this time we were subway pros and easily hopped on, transferred, and eventually hopped off at the closest stop to our hotel, er, hole in the wall we were making failed attempts at sleeping at.
The next day we wasted away most of the morning doing something or other, and eventually got our act together and headed downtown again. Having seen nothing but each other for the past few days, we decided it was time to split up at City Hall and handle a couple of our priorities separately. She really really really wanted to go shopping, and thus headed for a few of the areas north of there known for it, and I headed southwest towards the former site of the World Trade Center. I didn't really have any interest in shopping for bathing suits and whatnot, and she felt a visit to the site would bring up emotions she'd rather not, so we agreed to meet back in a few hours at a prearranged location and call each other's cells if there were any changes of plans.
The WTC site really isn't hard to find, you just look upwards and look for an obvious gap between several buildings, something found nowhere else on that end of the island. The one thing I regret is not having a very good memory of my visit to the WTC several years ago. I vividly remember the view from the top, and some of the inside lobby and whatnot, but I apparently never really paid attention to the surrounding area, or what everything looked like from the outside. Thus while I was standing there at the viewing wall looking out over the expansiveness of the site, I didn't really have anything to compare to. It was obvious though the devastation that had taken place. Most of the site had been hollowed out by repair crews, so you could see the outlines of the former two towers. All along the viewing wall there were sections where they showed pictures of the area in its former glory, as well as detailed accounts of what had taken place, and long lists of all those involved in the tragedy. There was a dull silence over the area, which was unlike anything else I saw in New York. Whereas elsewhere everyone was on cell phones, chatting, complaining, everyone in the general vicinity of the site seemed pensive, thoughtful. Rarely was the silence broken, even those passing out fliers did so with respect. Everyone seemed like they were in their own little coccoon, thinking about how the events of September 11th affected them personally, or those close to them. It really doesn't seem like it was that long ago, although closer to two years have passed. It was shortly after I began this blog, in fact. I eventually wandered around the circumference of the site, over to the World Financial Center. From an elevated position there I snapped a few digital pics, hoping to someday return to the same spot and see the site rebuilt as it is planned to be, with a huge observation tower as the central pinnalce towards the sky.
I then had the worst smoothie I've ever had in my life from a place inside the WFC, which I shall never return to again. It was absolutely terrible, I'm not quite sure how a smoothie could possibly taste that bad. Blech. Finding myself on the west edge of the island, I decided to walk down the esplanade alongside the Hudson river. It was filled with joggers, corporate america execs with their laptops open on the park benches while wolfing down sandwiches at the same time, and many a cell phone conversation. It was quite a neat place to walk, lined with trees, towering skyscrapers just on the other side, the Statue of Liberty standing stoically in the distance across the river. I ended up walking around the entire lower coast area of the island, through Battery Park and all. I probably walked more that weekend than the previous half year combined. There were a bunch of neat memorials set up in Battery Park, including one with this massive statue of an eagle that was really neat and earned a picture. From there I wandered over to the infamous Wall Street, and saw more of the world I'll never fit in to. By this time it was getting closer to the meeting up time with my company, so I took one more detour over to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then headed back to City Hall. There I found a little grassy spot under a tree, and watched dozens of squirrels skirting around the plaza. They were pretty brave, willing to come right up to you in case you had food to toss their way.
Eventually my company returned, with many a story about how her all black outfit had earned her compliment after compliment as she wandered around, and how she could attest to the bravado of men in New York. Her ear to ear grin was really something else, just goes to show what a random compliment to a stranger will do for them. It was late afternoon now, and with a 9pm flight, we figured we should try to avoid the last minute heroics of Vegas by heading back in the general direction of our living accomodations then. We ended up snagging some dinner at this Indian restaurant nearby, at which I understood nothing on the menu outside of the descriptions of the items, yet ended up having one of the most scrumptious meals I've had in quite a while. Something about the spices they use make everything yummier. Our flight was at 9:30, and we grabbed our stuff from the locker and headed toward the subway around 7:30, so we figured we had it made.
Well, maybe if someone else had navigated. Although she said it wasn't my fault, we ended up on the A train, but when the track turned south towards the airport, we kept going straight. I noticed this basically immediately and whipped out the map, and noticed that A trains served both the section of track we were on and the one that led to the airport. A helpful passenger on the other side of the car noticing our predicament mentioned that only certain A trains go to the airport from the previous stop, and we had needed to get out and cross over to the other side of the track to find one. This appeared to be a minor gaffe at first, as there were only two more stops on this run anyway, after which it would head back to the transfer. We decided to just wait it out, but unfortunately there was a good 15-20 minute delay at the end of the track before it began heading back, instead of the usual 5 second delay at most stations. By the time we got to the bus station at the airport that would take us to the terminals, we were pushing 8:50 or so, dagnerously close to the 9pm cutoff. We were hoping they wouldn't do all the stops through the long term parking they'd done on the way out, but no such luck, although we did end up skipping most of them. Oh the best part was we didn't know what terminal we were in, so we had to guess between the 1-3 bus and the 4-6 bus. Having paid no attention when we arrived, it was literally a random selection that put us on the 4-6. Blind luck put JetBlue in terminal 6, or we really would have been screwed. Still, it was the last stop by the bus, and by the time we had gotten off and were running toward the ticket counter, it was 9:15. There we were informed that the computer is locked out thirty minutes before flight departure, and that the flight was closed. Should have seen our faces sag. There were no more flights that night, so we were in quite a bind. Luckily the pity card apparently worked, as the worker called up to the gate to check the status of the plane. Apparently they were still loading the last bit of fuel and hadn't actually closed the doors yet.
I'm pretty sure I broke some sort of land speed record for a man carrying large amounts of luggage while sprinting for the gate. My company wasn't too far behind, although she was complaining loudly that her pants were being dragged down by her duffle bag, or something. We made it to security and tried to hurriedly get all our stuff on the conveyor belt and walk through, at which point I was blocked hard by the security personnel. Apparently the custom there is to remove ones shoes and put them on the conveyor belt as well. Given I didn't and apparently looked suspicious, I got to sit in a chair for a few minutes while they waved some sort of swab around my shoes and then put it into a machine that took a while to give a readout. In the meantime the security woman commented on the fact that I was shaking. I told her I'd just run a quarter mile and had probably another quarter mile to go to catch my flight that might have already left. After that she felt bad and tried to expediate the process. Then it was off to the races again, with our gate of course being much further back in the terminal. Somehow though, we made it, and were the last ones onto the plane before the doors closed.
As it turned out, there were only about twenty people on the flight, so they allowed us to basically sit wherever we wished. This was a good thing, for when we arrived at our assigned seats, there was at least a four hundred pound young man in my assigned seat by the window, who was also using at least half of her seat in the middle. When the stewardess asked us if we minded sitting anywhere else on the plane, we gladly obliged. Having our own row worked out quite well for her, as that sprint through the airport had tuckered her out plenty, and she ended up sprawled across the seats asleep for the vast majority of the trip. I wasn't complaining too much though. After all I did have the window on a night flight, which is a damn cool thing when you're flying over metropolitan areas. Sleeping on the flight back really would have been intelligent, as I'd volunteered to drive the first shift on the way back to Santa Barbara. Unfortunately I'm never very good at sleeping on planes. For some reason though, I wasn't all that tired while on the plane. I guess the entertainment was good, or something was occupying me, or something. Oh I should mention that this was the liveliest flight I'd ever been on when it came to the excitement level of the passengers. Obviously this was a flight towards Vegas, so that's probably expected. When they were doing the safety demonstration and announcing the names of the men and women of the crew, people were literally giving them rousing ovations. You'd hear like "in the middle of the plane we have Steve" which would be followed with cheers and whistles and "YEAH STEVE ALRIGHT STEVE!"s from all over the place. I heard the person working near us say "wow, now this is is a first." They also made the monotonic weather reports and whatnot much more fun, by adding a second voice yelling things like "FIVE DOLLARS ON RED" in the background of the mic. I really had a good experience with JetBlue as a whole, and will definitely be checking them out as a possibility for future flights.
Eventually we landed in Vegas, although we lacked the excitement of most of the other passengers. After it was the end of our vacation and we had a long drive in front of us. First though we had to get back to the New York New York where our car was, so we decided to hop into a taxi. Now apparently, the fares basically double that late at night (around midnight). This was almost a big problem, as I only had $11 in cash on me, and she only had $6. Luckily it ended up being $15.80, although it was like $8 before we even got out of the airport. I'm not sure if they take cards or whatnot, but we certainly would have had a small problem if they didn't and the fare had gone much higher. Next came an amazing feat of self control, I actually walked through the entire casino without playing a cent, and went directly for the car. Of course, we were beginning to feel like we were going to keel over, so getting on the road as soon as possible was a good idea.
The car was still there as predicted by me, and so after dumping all our stuff in the back, we got comfortable and headed out of the structure. At the next stoplight we participated in an interesting "luck" ritual that is apparently a tradition for her in Vegas or something, although given I didn't gamble any more after that it remains to be seen whether it had any effect. Luck did shine on me in the fact that her car had cruise control, which is always nice to make driving long distances much more livable. We actually only made it about a half hour without stopping, as she was quite insistent on having some prime rib before we got too far, so we stopped in Jean, a place I'd driven through a bunch of times but never actually stopped at. I managed to leave my wallet in the car (I always take it out when driving so I don't end up with a large dent in my butt), so I yet again avoided gambling. Had a pretty decent meal for that early in the morning, and then we were once again on her way. At this point my company conked out for basically the night.
Long boring story short, I ended up having to stop in Baker, Barstow, and various other small towns along the way to wander around outside doing jumping jacks and whatnot to wake myself up. I even tried one of those double caffeine drinks Monster something or other, which is one of the worst things I've ever tasted outside that smoothie in New York. That eventually had an effect, and by the time the sun came up I was feeling much more livable. I got a call from my friend who happened to be heading out to Bakersfield that same day, so we probably passed each other somewhere on the 126. Intent on flipping him off or at least high beaming him I kept an eye out, but never saw him. I eventually stopped in Fillmore, deciding to finally put my foot down and actually make her drive the last forty minutes or so. Upon trying to wake her up though she was quite insistent that she would get up and drive in fifteen minutes. I then made the mistake of going to sleep, and two hours later we were still sitting there. I was now pushing being late for class, which would have been really pointless given if I was going to miss it I should have stayed somewhere like NYC or Vegas. With much complaining and after much provoking she was up and at em and driving the rest of the way. After dropping me off at the place I was staying and giving me a big hug she was off to her place, and I went inside, picked up my backpack, walked back out and drove to class. And so there I was, sitting in class again, four days later. I'd been from the Pacific to the Atlantic, and back.
No story about this trip would be complete without a bit more on the company I brought along with me. When it comes to spontaneity, she is head and shoulders above the pack. She's pretty much the only person I would have considered asking to do something this crazy. And I am so glad I did. I did do a lot of pondering about whether it was a good idea or not that Friday, eventually talking to an old guy friend of mine who wholeheartedly recommended it. The really amazing thing about the trip, was that I never got bored of hanging out with her, and better yet never got into any kind of significant argument that might have taken away from the fun. She's a very open minded and agreeable person, so making decisions about what to do or where to go never created any problems. Okay I admit it, aesthetically she probably makes me look better walking down the sidwalk next to her too. Don't get too excited though, we are very different people, and that just wouldn't work. As friends come though, she's one of the best kind. When I do finally leave here, I'll miss her.
So, chalk up another experience into my list of the greatest things I've done in college, which at some point in my life I'll get around to posting. Not until college is over, though.
But we still had a bt more fun to have. Being renergized by the show, we got to wandering again, and decided to head a bit further downtown to check out Union Square and NYU as well as Greenwich Village, a suburb known for its artists, poets, and playwrights, a place my friend felt right at home, and could see herself living in someday. Again, it was pretty late at night, but there was still hustle and bustle around the square, so we grabbed a seat on the steps leading into the park to just take it all in. There were some stunt bike performers that were pretty good, some random skateboarders showing off their moves, and just a truckload of youth from the city all talking about their latest and greatest exploits.
After hanging out there a while and pondering the meaning of a series of numbers on one of the buildings and eventually figuring them out, we got our walk on and continued South. After cruising through Greenwich Village and checking out NYU and discussing how nice it must be to be richy rich, we deicded it was time for a snack. She had some sort of tiramisu concoction, while I went with a simple cup of jello from the little market on the corner. I hadn't had jello for a really lengthy period of time, I'm not sure why. Jello rules. Having walked something like a couple miles by that point after the show going by the fact that twenty north south city blocks is a mile (a nifty fact I found in one of the guides I was reading while bored on the subway) we decided we'd call it a night. By this time we were subway pros and easily hopped on, transferred, and eventually hopped off at the closest stop to our hotel, er, hole in the wall we were making failed attempts at sleeping at.
The next day we wasted away most of the morning doing something or other, and eventually got our act together and headed downtown again. Having seen nothing but each other for the past few days, we decided it was time to split up at City Hall and handle a couple of our priorities separately. She really really really wanted to go shopping, and thus headed for a few of the areas north of there known for it, and I headed southwest towards the former site of the World Trade Center. I didn't really have any interest in shopping for bathing suits and whatnot, and she felt a visit to the site would bring up emotions she'd rather not, so we agreed to meet back in a few hours at a prearranged location and call each other's cells if there were any changes of plans.
The WTC site really isn't hard to find, you just look upwards and look for an obvious gap between several buildings, something found nowhere else on that end of the island. The one thing I regret is not having a very good memory of my visit to the WTC several years ago. I vividly remember the view from the top, and some of the inside lobby and whatnot, but I apparently never really paid attention to the surrounding area, or what everything looked like from the outside. Thus while I was standing there at the viewing wall looking out over the expansiveness of the site, I didn't really have anything to compare to. It was obvious though the devastation that had taken place. Most of the site had been hollowed out by repair crews, so you could see the outlines of the former two towers. All along the viewing wall there were sections where they showed pictures of the area in its former glory, as well as detailed accounts of what had taken place, and long lists of all those involved in the tragedy. There was a dull silence over the area, which was unlike anything else I saw in New York. Whereas elsewhere everyone was on cell phones, chatting, complaining, everyone in the general vicinity of the site seemed pensive, thoughtful. Rarely was the silence broken, even those passing out fliers did so with respect. Everyone seemed like they were in their own little coccoon, thinking about how the events of September 11th affected them personally, or those close to them. It really doesn't seem like it was that long ago, although closer to two years have passed. It was shortly after I began this blog, in fact. I eventually wandered around the circumference of the site, over to the World Financial Center. From an elevated position there I snapped a few digital pics, hoping to someday return to the same spot and see the site rebuilt as it is planned to be, with a huge observation tower as the central pinnalce towards the sky.
I then had the worst smoothie I've ever had in my life from a place inside the WFC, which I shall never return to again. It was absolutely terrible, I'm not quite sure how a smoothie could possibly taste that bad. Blech. Finding myself on the west edge of the island, I decided to walk down the esplanade alongside the Hudson river. It was filled with joggers, corporate america execs with their laptops open on the park benches while wolfing down sandwiches at the same time, and many a cell phone conversation. It was quite a neat place to walk, lined with trees, towering skyscrapers just on the other side, the Statue of Liberty standing stoically in the distance across the river. I ended up walking around the entire lower coast area of the island, through Battery Park and all. I probably walked more that weekend than the previous half year combined. There were a bunch of neat memorials set up in Battery Park, including one with this massive statue of an eagle that was really neat and earned a picture. From there I wandered over to the infamous Wall Street, and saw more of the world I'll never fit in to. By this time it was getting closer to the meeting up time with my company, so I took one more detour over to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then headed back to City Hall. There I found a little grassy spot under a tree, and watched dozens of squirrels skirting around the plaza. They were pretty brave, willing to come right up to you in case you had food to toss their way.
Eventually my company returned, with many a story about how her all black outfit had earned her compliment after compliment as she wandered around, and how she could attest to the bravado of men in New York. Her ear to ear grin was really something else, just goes to show what a random compliment to a stranger will do for them. It was late afternoon now, and with a 9pm flight, we figured we should try to avoid the last minute heroics of Vegas by heading back in the general direction of our living accomodations then. We ended up snagging some dinner at this Indian restaurant nearby, at which I understood nothing on the menu outside of the descriptions of the items, yet ended up having one of the most scrumptious meals I've had in quite a while. Something about the spices they use make everything yummier. Our flight was at 9:30, and we grabbed our stuff from the locker and headed toward the subway around 7:30, so we figured we had it made.
Well, maybe if someone else had navigated. Although she said it wasn't my fault, we ended up on the A train, but when the track turned south towards the airport, we kept going straight. I noticed this basically immediately and whipped out the map, and noticed that A trains served both the section of track we were on and the one that led to the airport. A helpful passenger on the other side of the car noticing our predicament mentioned that only certain A trains go to the airport from the previous stop, and we had needed to get out and cross over to the other side of the track to find one. This appeared to be a minor gaffe at first, as there were only two more stops on this run anyway, after which it would head back to the transfer. We decided to just wait it out, but unfortunately there was a good 15-20 minute delay at the end of the track before it began heading back, instead of the usual 5 second delay at most stations. By the time we got to the bus station at the airport that would take us to the terminals, we were pushing 8:50 or so, dagnerously close to the 9pm cutoff. We were hoping they wouldn't do all the stops through the long term parking they'd done on the way out, but no such luck, although we did end up skipping most of them. Oh the best part was we didn't know what terminal we were in, so we had to guess between the 1-3 bus and the 4-6 bus. Having paid no attention when we arrived, it was literally a random selection that put us on the 4-6. Blind luck put JetBlue in terminal 6, or we really would have been screwed. Still, it was the last stop by the bus, and by the time we had gotten off and were running toward the ticket counter, it was 9:15. There we were informed that the computer is locked out thirty minutes before flight departure, and that the flight was closed. Should have seen our faces sag. There were no more flights that night, so we were in quite a bind. Luckily the pity card apparently worked, as the worker called up to the gate to check the status of the plane. Apparently they were still loading the last bit of fuel and hadn't actually closed the doors yet.
I'm pretty sure I broke some sort of land speed record for a man carrying large amounts of luggage while sprinting for the gate. My company wasn't too far behind, although she was complaining loudly that her pants were being dragged down by her duffle bag, or something. We made it to security and tried to hurriedly get all our stuff on the conveyor belt and walk through, at which point I was blocked hard by the security personnel. Apparently the custom there is to remove ones shoes and put them on the conveyor belt as well. Given I didn't and apparently looked suspicious, I got to sit in a chair for a few minutes while they waved some sort of swab around my shoes and then put it into a machine that took a while to give a readout. In the meantime the security woman commented on the fact that I was shaking. I told her I'd just run a quarter mile and had probably another quarter mile to go to catch my flight that might have already left. After that she felt bad and tried to expediate the process. Then it was off to the races again, with our gate of course being much further back in the terminal. Somehow though, we made it, and were the last ones onto the plane before the doors closed.
As it turned out, there were only about twenty people on the flight, so they allowed us to basically sit wherever we wished. This was a good thing, for when we arrived at our assigned seats, there was at least a four hundred pound young man in my assigned seat by the window, who was also using at least half of her seat in the middle. When the stewardess asked us if we minded sitting anywhere else on the plane, we gladly obliged. Having our own row worked out quite well for her, as that sprint through the airport had tuckered her out plenty, and she ended up sprawled across the seats asleep for the vast majority of the trip. I wasn't complaining too much though. After all I did have the window on a night flight, which is a damn cool thing when you're flying over metropolitan areas. Sleeping on the flight back really would have been intelligent, as I'd volunteered to drive the first shift on the way back to Santa Barbara. Unfortunately I'm never very good at sleeping on planes. For some reason though, I wasn't all that tired while on the plane. I guess the entertainment was good, or something was occupying me, or something. Oh I should mention that this was the liveliest flight I'd ever been on when it came to the excitement level of the passengers. Obviously this was a flight towards Vegas, so that's probably expected. When they were doing the safety demonstration and announcing the names of the men and women of the crew, people were literally giving them rousing ovations. You'd hear like "in the middle of the plane we have Steve" which would be followed with cheers and whistles and "YEAH STEVE ALRIGHT STEVE!"s from all over the place. I heard the person working near us say "wow, now this is is a first." They also made the monotonic weather reports and whatnot much more fun, by adding a second voice yelling things like "FIVE DOLLARS ON RED" in the background of the mic. I really had a good experience with JetBlue as a whole, and will definitely be checking them out as a possibility for future flights.
Eventually we landed in Vegas, although we lacked the excitement of most of the other passengers. After it was the end of our vacation and we had a long drive in front of us. First though we had to get back to the New York New York where our car was, so we decided to hop into a taxi. Now apparently, the fares basically double that late at night (around midnight). This was almost a big problem, as I only had $11 in cash on me, and she only had $6. Luckily it ended up being $15.80, although it was like $8 before we even got out of the airport. I'm not sure if they take cards or whatnot, but we certainly would have had a small problem if they didn't and the fare had gone much higher. Next came an amazing feat of self control, I actually walked through the entire casino without playing a cent, and went directly for the car. Of course, we were beginning to feel like we were going to keel over, so getting on the road as soon as possible was a good idea.
The car was still there as predicted by me, and so after dumping all our stuff in the back, we got comfortable and headed out of the structure. At the next stoplight we participated in an interesting "luck" ritual that is apparently a tradition for her in Vegas or something, although given I didn't gamble any more after that it remains to be seen whether it had any effect. Luck did shine on me in the fact that her car had cruise control, which is always nice to make driving long distances much more livable. We actually only made it about a half hour without stopping, as she was quite insistent on having some prime rib before we got too far, so we stopped in Jean, a place I'd driven through a bunch of times but never actually stopped at. I managed to leave my wallet in the car (I always take it out when driving so I don't end up with a large dent in my butt), so I yet again avoided gambling. Had a pretty decent meal for that early in the morning, and then we were once again on her way. At this point my company conked out for basically the night.
Long boring story short, I ended up having to stop in Baker, Barstow, and various other small towns along the way to wander around outside doing jumping jacks and whatnot to wake myself up. I even tried one of those double caffeine drinks Monster something or other, which is one of the worst things I've ever tasted outside that smoothie in New York. That eventually had an effect, and by the time the sun came up I was feeling much more livable. I got a call from my friend who happened to be heading out to Bakersfield that same day, so we probably passed each other somewhere on the 126. Intent on flipping him off or at least high beaming him I kept an eye out, but never saw him. I eventually stopped in Fillmore, deciding to finally put my foot down and actually make her drive the last forty minutes or so. Upon trying to wake her up though she was quite insistent that she would get up and drive in fifteen minutes. I then made the mistake of going to sleep, and two hours later we were still sitting there. I was now pushing being late for class, which would have been really pointless given if I was going to miss it I should have stayed somewhere like NYC or Vegas. With much complaining and after much provoking she was up and at em and driving the rest of the way. After dropping me off at the place I was staying and giving me a big hug she was off to her place, and I went inside, picked up my backpack, walked back out and drove to class. And so there I was, sitting in class again, four days later. I'd been from the Pacific to the Atlantic, and back.
No story about this trip would be complete without a bit more on the company I brought along with me. When it comes to spontaneity, she is head and shoulders above the pack. She's pretty much the only person I would have considered asking to do something this crazy. And I am so glad I did. I did do a lot of pondering about whether it was a good idea or not that Friday, eventually talking to an old guy friend of mine who wholeheartedly recommended it. The really amazing thing about the trip, was that I never got bored of hanging out with her, and better yet never got into any kind of significant argument that might have taken away from the fun. She's a very open minded and agreeable person, so making decisions about what to do or where to go never created any problems. Okay I admit it, aesthetically she probably makes me look better walking down the sidwalk next to her too. Don't get too excited though, we are very different people, and that just wouldn't work. As friends come though, she's one of the best kind. When I do finally leave here, I'll miss her.
So, chalk up another experience into my list of the greatest things I've done in college, which at some point in my life I'll get around to posting. Not until college is over, though.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand…
So yeah, eventually we get off our ass the next day and hit the town again. Our first stop was the Nederlander Theater, to try to snag tickets for that evening’s performance of Rent. Upon being successful at that, we hoofed it over to the lower west side docks, where we’d read in a brochure there was a cruise type thingy that circled most of the island and showed you the major sites. As it was it turned out to be a slightly longer walk than expected, which was pointed out repeatedly by my company. :) Manhattan as a whole though is only two miles wide at its widest though, so if you’re somewhere in the middle it’s not like it’s a gigantic distance to get anywhere. Besides, easier to enjoy the sites if you’re moving slowly.
We eventually made it over to the NY Waterway cruises I believe it was called, and bought two tickets for the 90 minute half island dealy. Basically the 90 minute one goes halfway around the island via the southern end and then comes back, whereas the 2 hour and more expensive one goes all the way around the circumference. We decided all the cool stuff was on the southern end anyway, and we’d rather see it all twice. It was a gorgeous day, so we decided to hang out on the upper deck of the little ferry ship thing. They had a narrator who would go through all the different things we’d pass by, and give all sorts of need facts or inside stories about the buildings, bridges, and monuments. He was really good, didn’t sound bored at his job or anything, which made the cruise really enjoyable. I learned a lot about the different aspects of the city I never would have known before. Zipping underneath the massive bridges was pretty nifty, that’s not a view you normally get. The thing that worked out best for us on the cruise was the view of the Statue of Liberty. As we found out earlier, they had closed the statue to visitors, so you could go to the island, but you couldn’t go up in the crown or into the pedestal or anything. As it was, the boat took us right up to the front of the statue, basically as close as you can get without being on the island. Being up close and personal was really cool, and mad picture taking took place. I’m now even more glad I had the experience of going up in the statue during my last trip, as since September 11th, no one has been able to share that experience, and it’s unknown whether it will ever be reopened. It was also pretty trippy checking out the former World Trade Center site, and the gaping hole that it left. More on that later as I visited it the next day.
We eventually made it back to dry land, although I had really enjoyed just sitting on the sundeck zipping along with the wind in my hair. We then discovered the free bus (oops) that ran from the ferry service to the main bus terminal over by Times Square where we’d just walked from. These things are always useful after the fact. We got plenty of exercise during the weekend anyway, that was a good thing. It’s kind of sad that I’ve waited so long to write this, I’m sure I’m forgetting about all sorts of cool stuff that happened. Blah, next time I’m taking a laptop and updating every night. ;)
I’m not entirely sure what happened in between, but eventually we ended up back at the Nederlander Theater just in time for the massive line to start moving in. Our seats were assigned so it wasn’t a big deal we were near the end. As it was we were up in the mezzanine a bit towards the left, but I didn’t really mind. The orchestra level was all flat, so being in the back of that a person is probably way worse off trying to see over everyone. There was a decent about of depth and height to the stage as well, so being above and able to look over the entire expanse was advantageous.
Now I am a loser, and thus even though I lived in Los Angeles the majority of my life, I have never been to see a major musical that has come through. I’ve always talked about it, but never gotten off my ass and done it. So this was the first real musical I’d ever seen. I am now very sorry that I’ve wasted so much time. Coming out of the show, I really really wanted to extend my vacation a few days so I could watch at least a few more shows. It was just phenomenal. There were times when my mouth was hanging open for minutes at a time. Some of the performers were just unbelievably talented. Both male leads harmonized really well, while also dominating the stage when singing solo. I actually think that it’s better that I’d heard virtually none of the music going in, it really created a more powerful effect as I was exposed to it for the first time. The sound system in the theater was just out of control. We’re talking LOUD. Even I was impressed, and I tend to only enjoy it if I can FEEL it. There were literally a few times that I thought one of the performers was going to blow out one of the speakers, or at least an old lady’s eardrums in the audience. The most obvious example was the soloist during the one song I had heard previously, the signature piece “Seasons of Love.” The performers all walked out to start the second act after the intermission and lined up on the edge of the stage, and just stood still and sang their hearts out. For me it was reminiscent of “Heal Their Hearts” in Riverdance, the song that doesn’t involve any dancing, just a large group of motionless singing performers harmonizing. Interestingly enough, according to an insert in the playbill we received it wasn’t the normal performer in place that night for the soloist role. Whoever it was though, she just dominated. I was never more impressed than during the thirty seconds or so that she simply took over the stage. They basically had to hold up the next scene for a period while the crowd just went crazy with applause, cheers, and whistles largely supplied by myself. The show was only halfway over though, and I ended up loving pretty much the whole thing. After returning home I snagged the soundtrack by the original Broadway cast from a friend, and was playing large portions of it several times over for days. Some of the music even got better the more I listened to it. Seems like every time I listen to it all the way through I discover a song I hadn’t listened to so closely before, or it just moves me in a different way. My personal favorites other than the aforementioned in random order are “One Song Glory,” “Will I?,” and “What You Own,” as well as of course the “Finale B” immediately after which the crowd goes nuts. When it comes to getting stuck in your head though I’d have to go with “Santa Fe,” which is a catchy little tune by one of the secondary male leads about opening up a restaurant that I’ve been annoying my friends with repetitively for days now. As I mentioned before, when I came out of the performance I was revitalized, the energy level in there was infectious. The fact that you pop right out of the theater near NYC’s Time Square helps too. HIGHLY recommend this show to anyone who is ever in New York. I hear the travelling performance is pretty good to, but as they say, nothing beats the original. The fact that the show has been at the Nederlander for its entire seven year run makes it even cooler than I managed to see it there. At least download the music and give it a look see, you won’t be disappointed, there’s something for everyone.
We’ll have one more pause here, and the next post will finish up the story.
So yeah, eventually we get off our ass the next day and hit the town again. Our first stop was the Nederlander Theater, to try to snag tickets for that evening’s performance of Rent. Upon being successful at that, we hoofed it over to the lower west side docks, where we’d read in a brochure there was a cruise type thingy that circled most of the island and showed you the major sites. As it was it turned out to be a slightly longer walk than expected, which was pointed out repeatedly by my company. :) Manhattan as a whole though is only two miles wide at its widest though, so if you’re somewhere in the middle it’s not like it’s a gigantic distance to get anywhere. Besides, easier to enjoy the sites if you’re moving slowly.
We eventually made it over to the NY Waterway cruises I believe it was called, and bought two tickets for the 90 minute half island dealy. Basically the 90 minute one goes halfway around the island via the southern end and then comes back, whereas the 2 hour and more expensive one goes all the way around the circumference. We decided all the cool stuff was on the southern end anyway, and we’d rather see it all twice. It was a gorgeous day, so we decided to hang out on the upper deck of the little ferry ship thing. They had a narrator who would go through all the different things we’d pass by, and give all sorts of need facts or inside stories about the buildings, bridges, and monuments. He was really good, didn’t sound bored at his job or anything, which made the cruise really enjoyable. I learned a lot about the different aspects of the city I never would have known before. Zipping underneath the massive bridges was pretty nifty, that’s not a view you normally get. The thing that worked out best for us on the cruise was the view of the Statue of Liberty. As we found out earlier, they had closed the statue to visitors, so you could go to the island, but you couldn’t go up in the crown or into the pedestal or anything. As it was, the boat took us right up to the front of the statue, basically as close as you can get without being on the island. Being up close and personal was really cool, and mad picture taking took place. I’m now even more glad I had the experience of going up in the statue during my last trip, as since September 11th, no one has been able to share that experience, and it’s unknown whether it will ever be reopened. It was also pretty trippy checking out the former World Trade Center site, and the gaping hole that it left. More on that later as I visited it the next day.
We eventually made it back to dry land, although I had really enjoyed just sitting on the sundeck zipping along with the wind in my hair. We then discovered the free bus (oops) that ran from the ferry service to the main bus terminal over by Times Square where we’d just walked from. These things are always useful after the fact. We got plenty of exercise during the weekend anyway, that was a good thing. It’s kind of sad that I’ve waited so long to write this, I’m sure I’m forgetting about all sorts of cool stuff that happened. Blah, next time I’m taking a laptop and updating every night. ;)
I’m not entirely sure what happened in between, but eventually we ended up back at the Nederlander Theater just in time for the massive line to start moving in. Our seats were assigned so it wasn’t a big deal we were near the end. As it was we were up in the mezzanine a bit towards the left, but I didn’t really mind. The orchestra level was all flat, so being in the back of that a person is probably way worse off trying to see over everyone. There was a decent about of depth and height to the stage as well, so being above and able to look over the entire expanse was advantageous.
Now I am a loser, and thus even though I lived in Los Angeles the majority of my life, I have never been to see a major musical that has come through. I’ve always talked about it, but never gotten off my ass and done it. So this was the first real musical I’d ever seen. I am now very sorry that I’ve wasted so much time. Coming out of the show, I really really wanted to extend my vacation a few days so I could watch at least a few more shows. It was just phenomenal. There were times when my mouth was hanging open for minutes at a time. Some of the performers were just unbelievably talented. Both male leads harmonized really well, while also dominating the stage when singing solo. I actually think that it’s better that I’d heard virtually none of the music going in, it really created a more powerful effect as I was exposed to it for the first time. The sound system in the theater was just out of control. We’re talking LOUD. Even I was impressed, and I tend to only enjoy it if I can FEEL it. There were literally a few times that I thought one of the performers was going to blow out one of the speakers, or at least an old lady’s eardrums in the audience. The most obvious example was the soloist during the one song I had heard previously, the signature piece “Seasons of Love.” The performers all walked out to start the second act after the intermission and lined up on the edge of the stage, and just stood still and sang their hearts out. For me it was reminiscent of “Heal Their Hearts” in Riverdance, the song that doesn’t involve any dancing, just a large group of motionless singing performers harmonizing. Interestingly enough, according to an insert in the playbill we received it wasn’t the normal performer in place that night for the soloist role. Whoever it was though, she just dominated. I was never more impressed than during the thirty seconds or so that she simply took over the stage. They basically had to hold up the next scene for a period while the crowd just went crazy with applause, cheers, and whistles largely supplied by myself. The show was only halfway over though, and I ended up loving pretty much the whole thing. After returning home I snagged the soundtrack by the original Broadway cast from a friend, and was playing large portions of it several times over for days. Some of the music even got better the more I listened to it. Seems like every time I listen to it all the way through I discover a song I hadn’t listened to so closely before, or it just moves me in a different way. My personal favorites other than the aforementioned in random order are “One Song Glory,” “Will I?,” and “What You Own,” as well as of course the “Finale B” immediately after which the crowd goes nuts. When it comes to getting stuck in your head though I’d have to go with “Santa Fe,” which is a catchy little tune by one of the secondary male leads about opening up a restaurant that I’ve been annoying my friends with repetitively for days now. As I mentioned before, when I came out of the performance I was revitalized, the energy level in there was infectious. The fact that you pop right out of the theater near NYC’s Time Square helps too. HIGHLY recommend this show to anyone who is ever in New York. I hear the travelling performance is pretty good to, but as they say, nothing beats the original. The fact that the show has been at the Nederlander for its entire seven year run makes it even cooler than I managed to see it there. At least download the music and give it a look see, you won’t be disappointed, there’s something for everyone.
We’ll have one more pause here, and the next post will finish up the story.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Where The Ball Drops…
After a quick power nap, we were up and at em again and ready to take on NYC at night. Although we still weren’t exactly loaded with natural energy due to lack of sleep and jet lag, the adrenaline of being in one of the world’s greatest cities counterbalanced that pretty well.
Our first stop was Times Square, a place I’d actually never been, due to the fact that on the previous trip I’d decided venturing out to the Statue of Liberty with my father was more important than traipsing around midtown, which is what the rest of my family ended up doing. I’m certainly glad I came back, because it is definitely a cool place to see in person. It’s somewhat like the Strip in Vegas when it comes to the lights, but on a much grander scale. Since the street isn’t as wide, the buildings tower much higher around you, and the neon rises far into the sky. The really weird thing is visiting these places you’ve seen on TV a thousand times, and being able to actually see what the cameras are filming from your own perspective. I still don’t think I’d want to mess with Times Square on New Years Eve when its wall to wall people, but being able to watch the ball drop on tv and see places I’ve actually stood or walked is a pretty neat thing. One thing we noticed though was restaurant prices are like doubled in the area immediately surrounding it. Our initial attempt at a late night meal was foiled by $20 TGIF entrees, and we eventually ended up at Sbarro or however it’s spelled, for those yummy and amazingly unhealthy stuffed pizzas they have. Afterwards there was just a whole lot of wandering around and staring, at the lights, the people, and the billboards. Two in particular caught my eye personally, one was an underwear model I didn’t mind staring at for a while, and another of an Infiniti G35 coupe, what I consider to be the sexiest car on the road at the moment. Isn’t that the true representation of a guy, being able to stare at a car almost as long as a beautiful woman. Almost.
Eventually my company was able to tear me away while making various comments, and after snapping a few pictures we headed a few blocks over towards Rockefeller Center. This is yet another famous place that is fun to visit in person. It’s featured in a truckload of movies, including Home Alone 2 as I remember in particular. It’s the place they go nuts with at Christmas, with the monster tree and massive lighting setups, as well as where they put in the ice skating rink in front of the famous sculpture fountain as I recall. The main building of the Center is lit up at night from surrounding buildings, and is really a dominating presence. The flags of what seems like all of the world’s countries line the square, and the sound of water from the various fountains emanates throughout. We actually ended up spending a long time there, just sitting at a central location in front of one of the fountains, looking across at the expanse of the square, with the dramatic skyline above. As it had become much later, there were few people wandering around, so there was a drastic difference in atmosphere between it and Times Square. Instead of car horns and the sounds of multiple languages, the ear was greeted with running water and a cool breeze. This was actually one of my favorite moments of the entire trip. Just sitting someplace, stopping to smell the roses, and not only having random good conversation with someone, but also having an equal amount of enjoyable silence. That is the best comfort level to reach with someone, where you don’t feel the need to fill space with babble, but instead can just enjoy each other’s company without saying a word.
I didn’t keep track of how long we actually sat there, but soothing was definitely the word to describe it. Eventually we tore ourselves away and decided to go wandering. She had wanted to go check out a club her friend mentioned, but on the way towards its supposed location we kept running into stores that were closed but that she loved, and thus had to stop and glue her face to the glass for a few minutes each. Eventually it was decided we'd just continue to wander until we get tired. We hit up a good portion of 5th Ave and Park Ave, and just sort of aimlessly picked routes around the city. Strangely enough even though it was like 1am or something at that point, there really wasn't the kind of scumminess abounding that I was expecting. At this point we both figured out we had a stack of voicemails that had appeared over the last few days unnoticed, so we returned a few calls. Whereas she had a great time with "GUESS WHERE I AM" questions, I chose to be a little more discreet until my return, since there are a few people directly related to me who tend to worry about their offspring in foreign cities. I did keep various people informed as I mentioned previously though, so its not like I was doing anything majorly stupid. Spontaneous, but not stupid.
Eventually we caught a subway back to the hotel, hoping to find a slightly cooler room. It wasn't, so we had fun attempting to sleep until the next day, when we'd be hitting up the Statue of Liberty and taking a cruise around Manhattan, as well as trying to snag tickets to the Broadway production of RENT. To think this was technically only the end of day one of three.
Just to update on the rest of my life, taking various midterms, attending various classes, doing various workouts, and being variously bored. If anything exciting happens I'll be sure to post about it in between sections of the story. It just aint happenin.
After a quick power nap, we were up and at em again and ready to take on NYC at night. Although we still weren’t exactly loaded with natural energy due to lack of sleep and jet lag, the adrenaline of being in one of the world’s greatest cities counterbalanced that pretty well.
Our first stop was Times Square, a place I’d actually never been, due to the fact that on the previous trip I’d decided venturing out to the Statue of Liberty with my father was more important than traipsing around midtown, which is what the rest of my family ended up doing. I’m certainly glad I came back, because it is definitely a cool place to see in person. It’s somewhat like the Strip in Vegas when it comes to the lights, but on a much grander scale. Since the street isn’t as wide, the buildings tower much higher around you, and the neon rises far into the sky. The really weird thing is visiting these places you’ve seen on TV a thousand times, and being able to actually see what the cameras are filming from your own perspective. I still don’t think I’d want to mess with Times Square on New Years Eve when its wall to wall people, but being able to watch the ball drop on tv and see places I’ve actually stood or walked is a pretty neat thing. One thing we noticed though was restaurant prices are like doubled in the area immediately surrounding it. Our initial attempt at a late night meal was foiled by $20 TGIF entrees, and we eventually ended up at Sbarro or however it’s spelled, for those yummy and amazingly unhealthy stuffed pizzas they have. Afterwards there was just a whole lot of wandering around and staring, at the lights, the people, and the billboards. Two in particular caught my eye personally, one was an underwear model I didn’t mind staring at for a while, and another of an Infiniti G35 coupe, what I consider to be the sexiest car on the road at the moment. Isn’t that the true representation of a guy, being able to stare at a car almost as long as a beautiful woman. Almost.
Eventually my company was able to tear me away while making various comments, and after snapping a few pictures we headed a few blocks over towards Rockefeller Center. This is yet another famous place that is fun to visit in person. It’s featured in a truckload of movies, including Home Alone 2 as I remember in particular. It’s the place they go nuts with at Christmas, with the monster tree and massive lighting setups, as well as where they put in the ice skating rink in front of the famous sculpture fountain as I recall. The main building of the Center is lit up at night from surrounding buildings, and is really a dominating presence. The flags of what seems like all of the world’s countries line the square, and the sound of water from the various fountains emanates throughout. We actually ended up spending a long time there, just sitting at a central location in front of one of the fountains, looking across at the expanse of the square, with the dramatic skyline above. As it had become much later, there were few people wandering around, so there was a drastic difference in atmosphere between it and Times Square. Instead of car horns and the sounds of multiple languages, the ear was greeted with running water and a cool breeze. This was actually one of my favorite moments of the entire trip. Just sitting someplace, stopping to smell the roses, and not only having random good conversation with someone, but also having an equal amount of enjoyable silence. That is the best comfort level to reach with someone, where you don’t feel the need to fill space with babble, but instead can just enjoy each other’s company without saying a word.
I didn’t keep track of how long we actually sat there, but soothing was definitely the word to describe it. Eventually we tore ourselves away and decided to go wandering. She had wanted to go check out a club her friend mentioned, but on the way towards its supposed location we kept running into stores that were closed but that she loved, and thus had to stop and glue her face to the glass for a few minutes each. Eventually it was decided we'd just continue to wander until we get tired. We hit up a good portion of 5th Ave and Park Ave, and just sort of aimlessly picked routes around the city. Strangely enough even though it was like 1am or something at that point, there really wasn't the kind of scumminess abounding that I was expecting. At this point we both figured out we had a stack of voicemails that had appeared over the last few days unnoticed, so we returned a few calls. Whereas she had a great time with "GUESS WHERE I AM" questions, I chose to be a little more discreet until my return, since there are a few people directly related to me who tend to worry about their offspring in foreign cities. I did keep various people informed as I mentioned previously though, so its not like I was doing anything majorly stupid. Spontaneous, but not stupid.
Eventually we caught a subway back to the hotel, hoping to find a slightly cooler room. It wasn't, so we had fun attempting to sleep until the next day, when we'd be hitting up the Statue of Liberty and taking a cruise around Manhattan, as well as trying to snag tickets to the Broadway production of RENT. To think this was technically only the end of day one of three.
Just to update on the rest of my life, taking various midterms, attending various classes, doing various workouts, and being variously bored. If anything exciting happens I'll be sure to post about it in between sections of the story. It just aint happenin.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Nyuck Nyuck.
Unfortunately due to the combination of the excitement of flying, which is always great fun for me, and the baby going off behind us, I didn’t get much sleep on the way over. They had a nifty little channel on the DirectTV that showed where you were over the U.S., and I had fun tracking our route from time to time. At one point I’m pretty sure I was pretty close to directly over my parents who were on a trip of their own to Colorado and Wyoming. I of course hadn’t yet informed them of my own trip, so I found that hilarious. I’m not irresponsible though, I kept in touch with a few people after giving them my itinerary, in case things didn’t go according to plan.
Eventually, we did touch down at JFK on schedule, around 9am EST. This is where the real fun began for me. For once, I had no actual travel plans, no perfect routes, no strategy for getting to major attractions in a certain order or time period. Upon touching down, I was at an airport I’d never been to, in a city I’d only visited once, years previous. I actually didn’t even have my license at that point and thus didn’t do any driving, and have no idea whether we even stayed on Manhattan or somewhere else. So, my skills as a navigator would get a pretty good test throughout the weekend.
The first challenge was how to get from our gate to the subway, which apparently involved taking some sort of bus. After wandering around a couple terminals following the big Buses sign, we eventually found our way to a pile of people hanging out under like 10 signs all talking about different kinds and numbers of buses going various places. Of course none of them said “Subway” which would have been nice. After asking someone for help (yes even I do it occasionally) we figured out the yellow topped bus is what we needed, and were eventually merrily on our way. The subway system of payment was pretty easy to figure out, we decided buy 5 get 1 free should work out pretty well initially.
I really need to say something about how cool subways are. If Los Angeles had subways, the concept of traffic would be easily avoided. I don’t know why millions or billions haven’t been spent to make everyone’s life a little easier. They’re just the coolest things ever. You pay the $2 fare (which is the same whether you’re going 1 stop or from JFK all the way uptown), wait for the right train, up it zooms, open doors, walk in, close doors, and within seconds are zipping right along. For many people this might be an everyday fact of life, but for me this is something I’d love to be able to do as a commute. Not only is it easy and brainless, but you can be doing whatever you want since you’re not having to drive, like read. Even if you’re bored, there’s always relatively constant entertainment moving through the cars as you’ve probably heard. The system when you first look at it is pretty complicated, as there’s trains numbered 1-9 as well as like A-F, so figuring out what stops where and what destinations require transfers takes a bit of puzzling at first. The real catch is later in the evening after rush hour half the trains stop running, so the train you thought would take you isn't there, and the stop that you wanted to get off at gets skipped. Overall though, since Manhattan is set up like a grid, you just need to figure out whether you’re going uptown or downtown, and then make sure to go down the subway entrance on the right side of the street, when you’re facing your destination, so you’re sure to end up going the right direction and not end up on the wrong side of the tracks. Well, at least it sounds simple in my head. So yes anyway, subways are my preferred method of transportation.
Eventually we pop out at 110th street, right on the corner of Central Park. This was very neat, as I’d never been to Central Park. More on it later. The address of our hotel was on 107th, but the map I’d had didn’t have addresses, so I wasn’t really sure where along the almost a mile gap between the park and the Hudson River our hotel was. Figures it was like five blocks uphill. We actually blew by the place initially as I had read the address wrong, and had to backtrack, one of the minor navigation gaffes of the weekend. It was easy to miss though. Now, the way that we picked this place was surfing Expedia I think, sorting by price and reading the descriptions. Thus it was pretty dang cheap given it was on Manhattan. Now, the phrase you get what you pay for has never been more prevalent than in reference to our hotel. It was more like a foreign exchange student hostel. I heard no English spoken the entire time I was there. There were six floors, and we managed to get a room on the sixth. Heat rises, people. I’d say the room was about seven feet by maybe twelve feet, honest dimensions. There was a window, but 99% of the time no breeze was moving in or out. I’d estimate the temperature in the room during the day to be about 95 degrees, and during the night around 90. This was really the sole downer of the whole trip. The bed was slightly bigger than a twin, but certainly not a double. Some sort of 1.5 person style. Thus nights (or days depending on the sleeping schedule) consisted of being as naked as possible, lying inert on top of all the blankets and trying to ignore the heat and somehow fall asleep. This was not easy, and I failed most of the time. The bathroom by the way, was shared among half the floor. College dorm style I guess. It actually wasn’t all THAT dirty, and thus I can probably only put this at the second worst accommodations I’ve ever stayed at, behind the piece of trash in downtown Berkeley I stayed at once.
Oh I forgot to mention, we got to the hotel at 11, and found out checkin wasn’t until 3. Big bummer. We’d been travelling almost a full day, and just wanted to take a nap, but as it turned out had to stuff our bags in a $5 locker downstairs and go wander around.
We first hit up an Italian sidewalk café, where I had some lobster ravioli which was a new one for me. Very tasty stuff, although they lost our order for about 45 minutes until we said something, and then proceeded to be completely out of what she ordered so she had to order something else that took even longer. We were slightly irritated given we’d gone a long time without food, but that was a mere hiccup in the cheerfullness of the trip that was over as soon as our tummies were full. We then wandered up to Columbia University, which was apparently a place her brother was considering and thus many pictures were taken. Pretty neat looking place, lots of too rich for words people walking around snooty and proper.
After that we decided to go get a better look at Central Park. This is easily my favorite park I can remember. If I ever live in NYC, I’ll have to live within a mile of it, or it just wouldn’t be as amazing as it could be. The thing is gigantic. You could have 10k routes setup through it for each day of the week without repeating any paths. You can easily travel from flat pavement to a sloping trail to a granite rock face in the course of a few minutes. There are lakes and ponds, just a truckload of wildlife, and enough sunny grassy knolls to satisfy even the most avid reader. It really is a neat place to hang out. Unfortunately having packed light I had no running shoes so I couldn’t take advantage, although given the blistering heat that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway.
Eventually checkin time came and we wandered back to discover the room as described above. Tired, full, and hot, we decided to take a nap and attack midtown later that evening. Not much sleep was gotten, but I can’t really complain. After all I was in New York City, at least SOME sacrifices had to be made.
Obviously nothing interesting has gone on in my life since I returned, so I'll keep posting sections of this as I write them.
Unfortunately due to the combination of the excitement of flying, which is always great fun for me, and the baby going off behind us, I didn’t get much sleep on the way over. They had a nifty little channel on the DirectTV that showed where you were over the U.S., and I had fun tracking our route from time to time. At one point I’m pretty sure I was pretty close to directly over my parents who were on a trip of their own to Colorado and Wyoming. I of course hadn’t yet informed them of my own trip, so I found that hilarious. I’m not irresponsible though, I kept in touch with a few people after giving them my itinerary, in case things didn’t go according to plan.
Eventually, we did touch down at JFK on schedule, around 9am EST. This is where the real fun began for me. For once, I had no actual travel plans, no perfect routes, no strategy for getting to major attractions in a certain order or time period. Upon touching down, I was at an airport I’d never been to, in a city I’d only visited once, years previous. I actually didn’t even have my license at that point and thus didn’t do any driving, and have no idea whether we even stayed on Manhattan or somewhere else. So, my skills as a navigator would get a pretty good test throughout the weekend.
The first challenge was how to get from our gate to the subway, which apparently involved taking some sort of bus. After wandering around a couple terminals following the big Buses sign, we eventually found our way to a pile of people hanging out under like 10 signs all talking about different kinds and numbers of buses going various places. Of course none of them said “Subway” which would have been nice. After asking someone for help (yes even I do it occasionally) we figured out the yellow topped bus is what we needed, and were eventually merrily on our way. The subway system of payment was pretty easy to figure out, we decided buy 5 get 1 free should work out pretty well initially.
I really need to say something about how cool subways are. If Los Angeles had subways, the concept of traffic would be easily avoided. I don’t know why millions or billions haven’t been spent to make everyone’s life a little easier. They’re just the coolest things ever. You pay the $2 fare (which is the same whether you’re going 1 stop or from JFK all the way uptown), wait for the right train, up it zooms, open doors, walk in, close doors, and within seconds are zipping right along. For many people this might be an everyday fact of life, but for me this is something I’d love to be able to do as a commute. Not only is it easy and brainless, but you can be doing whatever you want since you’re not having to drive, like read. Even if you’re bored, there’s always relatively constant entertainment moving through the cars as you’ve probably heard. The system when you first look at it is pretty complicated, as there’s trains numbered 1-9 as well as like A-F, so figuring out what stops where and what destinations require transfers takes a bit of puzzling at first. The real catch is later in the evening after rush hour half the trains stop running, so the train you thought would take you isn't there, and the stop that you wanted to get off at gets skipped. Overall though, since Manhattan is set up like a grid, you just need to figure out whether you’re going uptown or downtown, and then make sure to go down the subway entrance on the right side of the street, when you’re facing your destination, so you’re sure to end up going the right direction and not end up on the wrong side of the tracks. Well, at least it sounds simple in my head. So yes anyway, subways are my preferred method of transportation.
Eventually we pop out at 110th street, right on the corner of Central Park. This was very neat, as I’d never been to Central Park. More on it later. The address of our hotel was on 107th, but the map I’d had didn’t have addresses, so I wasn’t really sure where along the almost a mile gap between the park and the Hudson River our hotel was. Figures it was like five blocks uphill. We actually blew by the place initially as I had read the address wrong, and had to backtrack, one of the minor navigation gaffes of the weekend. It was easy to miss though. Now, the way that we picked this place was surfing Expedia I think, sorting by price and reading the descriptions. Thus it was pretty dang cheap given it was on Manhattan. Now, the phrase you get what you pay for has never been more prevalent than in reference to our hotel. It was more like a foreign exchange student hostel. I heard no English spoken the entire time I was there. There were six floors, and we managed to get a room on the sixth. Heat rises, people. I’d say the room was about seven feet by maybe twelve feet, honest dimensions. There was a window, but 99% of the time no breeze was moving in or out. I’d estimate the temperature in the room during the day to be about 95 degrees, and during the night around 90. This was really the sole downer of the whole trip. The bed was slightly bigger than a twin, but certainly not a double. Some sort of 1.5 person style. Thus nights (or days depending on the sleeping schedule) consisted of being as naked as possible, lying inert on top of all the blankets and trying to ignore the heat and somehow fall asleep. This was not easy, and I failed most of the time. The bathroom by the way, was shared among half the floor. College dorm style I guess. It actually wasn’t all THAT dirty, and thus I can probably only put this at the second worst accommodations I’ve ever stayed at, behind the piece of trash in downtown Berkeley I stayed at once.
Oh I forgot to mention, we got to the hotel at 11, and found out checkin wasn’t until 3. Big bummer. We’d been travelling almost a full day, and just wanted to take a nap, but as it turned out had to stuff our bags in a $5 locker downstairs and go wander around.
We first hit up an Italian sidewalk café, where I had some lobster ravioli which was a new one for me. Very tasty stuff, although they lost our order for about 45 minutes until we said something, and then proceeded to be completely out of what she ordered so she had to order something else that took even longer. We were slightly irritated given we’d gone a long time without food, but that was a mere hiccup in the cheerfullness of the trip that was over as soon as our tummies were full. We then wandered up to Columbia University, which was apparently a place her brother was considering and thus many pictures were taken. Pretty neat looking place, lots of too rich for words people walking around snooty and proper.
After that we decided to go get a better look at Central Park. This is easily my favorite park I can remember. If I ever live in NYC, I’ll have to live within a mile of it, or it just wouldn’t be as amazing as it could be. The thing is gigantic. You could have 10k routes setup through it for each day of the week without repeating any paths. You can easily travel from flat pavement to a sloping trail to a granite rock face in the course of a few minutes. There are lakes and ponds, just a truckload of wildlife, and enough sunny grassy knolls to satisfy even the most avid reader. It really is a neat place to hang out. Unfortunately having packed light I had no running shoes so I couldn’t take advantage, although given the blistering heat that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway.
Eventually checkin time came and we wandered back to discover the room as described above. Tired, full, and hot, we decided to take a nap and attack midtown later that evening. Not much sleep was gotten, but I can’t really complain. After all I was in New York City, at least SOME sacrifices had to be made.
Obviously nothing interesting has gone on in my life since I returned, so I'll keep posting sections of this as I write them.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Just Another Typical Weekend, Except Not.
The young man takes a small sip, and slowly replaces his beverage onto the napkin. His eyes return from their glazed-over state to watch the bubbles take their turns popping near the surface of the dainty champagne styled glass. Losing interest, his gaze rises to the scene around him. Dozens of people walking by his table, all in a hurry, all on the way to somewhere, late for something. Cell phones, laptop cases, briefcases, all abound. A constant ambience of city noise infiltrates the man’s table at the small Italian sidewalk cafe. The people are all inches from him, yet miles away. He is oblivious to it all, in a different mental place from them altogether. He catches the eye of his companion across the table. She then follows his line of sight to the street sign located on the corner. On a green background, written in white, are the words “Broadway Avenue, New York City.” The reality of the situation hits them yet again, as it has all day, and their giddy laughter attracts bizarre stares from the passersby.
This is exactly the type of thing I wanted to do before I left. Total spontaneity, total out of control snap decision making, total randomness of outcomes.
So last Wednesday I was up at Chumash, and I eventually left up. Big. Second biggest trip ever at $632.
I only have three days of classes each week, so four day weekends allow a lot of options. So for once, I decided to do something with the time. For once, I decided to actually spend some money, do something incredible, and in the process, knock a few things off my life’s list of things I want to do.
There’s one person I tend to call when it comes to spontaneity. She is someone unlike anyone else I know, and even though we disagree on some major issues, for some reason we get along amazingly well. I mentioned the fact that I’d had a pretty ridiculous night at Chumash, during which just about everything worked out in my favor. Even as I tried to leave for example, my friend talked me into max betting one more machine, and a four of a kind landed me another few hundred dollars. Just a truly amazing pile of luck was stacked upon me that night. So we pondered, where could we go for the weekend, and what could we do. Eventually, she landed upon the idea of visiting a city she’d never been, but was at the top of her list to go to. Although I’d been to New York once before, it was about eight years ago or so, and piled into a cross country trip of a million other places, so I really don’t think I was old enough or aware enough to truly appreciate the city.
Obviously, I eventually agreed to the idea. The main factor was of course how much the trip would cost. My main contribution would be the plane tickets, and she would pay for lodging, while most other expenses got split. At first, it really didn’t seem like it was going to happen. Plane tickets were pretty ridiculously expensive, which makes sense, given we were trying to leave the next day, or even that night. Eventually though I stumbled upon a pretty great deal. For $230 each, we’d be able to red eye it Friday night and arrive 9am Saturday morning, and then fly back and arrive just before midnight on Monday night, in plenty of time for my Tuesday morning classes. Well, almost. The catch, was the flights weren’t out of Santa Barbara or LAX, but instead, Las Vegas. Vegas is about a six hour drive from SB, but for a reduction in price of around three or four hundred dollars a person, we decided it would be worth it.
A few clicks and a duffle bag worth of packing later, wham, I’m in the car and headed for the state line. Now, this really isn’t the type of thing most people do on a regular basis, if at all. All I can say is they’re missing out. I was actually originally supposed to be attending a wedding and then travelling across part of the Northwestern U.S. to Yellowstone and a few other places, but due to the inability to miss summer school classes, I was unable to go. Being a bit bitter, this was part of the reason I decided to take a vacation anyway. In five weeks I potentially won’t be taking any vacations for quite a while, so given I had a sudden influx of money out of nowhere, I figured splurging was merited.
I’m quite aware I’m spoiled rotten. Never was it more evident than on this trip. Just the fact that I was able to consider it as an option shows that I’m very lucky. This was one of the reasons I wanted to share the experience with someone else.
So, fast forward to later Friday night. We have a 1am flight to catch in Vegas. We leave about 4:30pm, figuring we’re golden, might even have time to sightsee a bit, or grab some prime rib (her favorite). Survey says, errrrrrrrrr. For those who have never driven from LA to Vegas on a Friday night, it’s a real party. A party with you and about a gazillion other people doing the same thing. We actually at least smartened up enough to cut across through Santa Clarita, Palmdale, and Lancaster, but although this avoided most of the garbage through LA, there was no avoiding the mighty 15. This was actually the worst I’d ever seen it, as a few accidents in the vicinity of Baker brought things literally to a standstill. Then there were the literally DOZENS of cars on the grade between Baker and Primm sitting on the side of the road having overheated. The reason being of course, it was HOT. And I do mean, HOT. No air conditioning was being used at least in our car to avoid such a fate, but with the outside air feeling like a heat wave, having the windows open in the 90 degree or so heat (at night even) didn’t help much. It was just a swelterfest. Me being the soon to be professional navigator, I was constantly doing calculations as to what our average speed needed to be for the remainder of the journey in order to get to the airport on time. For a while, I really thought we were screwed, and was doing the mental preparation of “well the money wasn’t even in your wallet until two days ago anyway, pretend you never won it” but was still pretty bummed. As it turned out though, the luck from the previous evenings kept on running. The traffic opened up pretty much just in time, and we busted through Primm and Jean at record speed after the grade ended. We decided to park at the New York New York Casino, not only because it was funny we were going to the real thing, but the fact that their parking structure is huge, free, and close to the airport. This was the first of many strategies used to save money during the trip.
We arrived at the ticket counter to find a decent sized line, and finally got to the front right at the 30 minute deadline for the flight’s boarding to begin and the computers to be closed out. As Murphy’s law dictates, when in a hurry the gate your plane is leaving from will be the furthest possible. Luckily due to the late departure time of 1am, there was basically no one in the airport and security took like five seconds. I ended up on the aisle, which has never been my favorite (I’m a window man), but at least I wasn’t in the middle (she was, but was in between two guys and apparently was far from minding). Ah, I forgot to mention we flew JetBlue, which was a first for me. Coolest thing by far is DirectTV on the plane at every seat, with like 30 channels of live TV to choose from. Between ESPN, the Game Show Network, and MacGyver reruns, I was kept pretty busy. Of course, I also tried to sleep, but we managed to get a loudly crying baby in the row behind us, and that made it pretty impossible. This was only the beginning of problems involved with trying to sleep during the trip however, will go into more detail later.
At this point in time, it had been about twelve hours since I’d decided to leave Santa Barbara for New York City, and I was somewhere over Kansas. The most common thought in my head then, and throughout the weekend, was “Wow, I’m really here, I’m really doing this, how much does this rock.” I tapped her on the shoulder as I’d done about five thousand times in the last hour and whispered “Dude, we’re going to NYC!” with a huge grin.
The party was just getting started.
The young man takes a small sip, and slowly replaces his beverage onto the napkin. His eyes return from their glazed-over state to watch the bubbles take their turns popping near the surface of the dainty champagne styled glass. Losing interest, his gaze rises to the scene around him. Dozens of people walking by his table, all in a hurry, all on the way to somewhere, late for something. Cell phones, laptop cases, briefcases, all abound. A constant ambience of city noise infiltrates the man’s table at the small Italian sidewalk cafe. The people are all inches from him, yet miles away. He is oblivious to it all, in a different mental place from them altogether. He catches the eye of his companion across the table. She then follows his line of sight to the street sign located on the corner. On a green background, written in white, are the words “Broadway Avenue, New York City.” The reality of the situation hits them yet again, as it has all day, and their giddy laughter attracts bizarre stares from the passersby.
This is exactly the type of thing I wanted to do before I left. Total spontaneity, total out of control snap decision making, total randomness of outcomes.
So last Wednesday I was up at Chumash, and I eventually left up. Big. Second biggest trip ever at $632.
I only have three days of classes each week, so four day weekends allow a lot of options. So for once, I decided to do something with the time. For once, I decided to actually spend some money, do something incredible, and in the process, knock a few things off my life’s list of things I want to do.
There’s one person I tend to call when it comes to spontaneity. She is someone unlike anyone else I know, and even though we disagree on some major issues, for some reason we get along amazingly well. I mentioned the fact that I’d had a pretty ridiculous night at Chumash, during which just about everything worked out in my favor. Even as I tried to leave for example, my friend talked me into max betting one more machine, and a four of a kind landed me another few hundred dollars. Just a truly amazing pile of luck was stacked upon me that night. So we pondered, where could we go for the weekend, and what could we do. Eventually, she landed upon the idea of visiting a city she’d never been, but was at the top of her list to go to. Although I’d been to New York once before, it was about eight years ago or so, and piled into a cross country trip of a million other places, so I really don’t think I was old enough or aware enough to truly appreciate the city.
Obviously, I eventually agreed to the idea. The main factor was of course how much the trip would cost. My main contribution would be the plane tickets, and she would pay for lodging, while most other expenses got split. At first, it really didn’t seem like it was going to happen. Plane tickets were pretty ridiculously expensive, which makes sense, given we were trying to leave the next day, or even that night. Eventually though I stumbled upon a pretty great deal. For $230 each, we’d be able to red eye it Friday night and arrive 9am Saturday morning, and then fly back and arrive just before midnight on Monday night, in plenty of time for my Tuesday morning classes. Well, almost. The catch, was the flights weren’t out of Santa Barbara or LAX, but instead, Las Vegas. Vegas is about a six hour drive from SB, but for a reduction in price of around three or four hundred dollars a person, we decided it would be worth it.
A few clicks and a duffle bag worth of packing later, wham, I’m in the car and headed for the state line. Now, this really isn’t the type of thing most people do on a regular basis, if at all. All I can say is they’re missing out. I was actually originally supposed to be attending a wedding and then travelling across part of the Northwestern U.S. to Yellowstone and a few other places, but due to the inability to miss summer school classes, I was unable to go. Being a bit bitter, this was part of the reason I decided to take a vacation anyway. In five weeks I potentially won’t be taking any vacations for quite a while, so given I had a sudden influx of money out of nowhere, I figured splurging was merited.
I’m quite aware I’m spoiled rotten. Never was it more evident than on this trip. Just the fact that I was able to consider it as an option shows that I’m very lucky. This was one of the reasons I wanted to share the experience with someone else.
So, fast forward to later Friday night. We have a 1am flight to catch in Vegas. We leave about 4:30pm, figuring we’re golden, might even have time to sightsee a bit, or grab some prime rib (her favorite). Survey says, errrrrrrrrr. For those who have never driven from LA to Vegas on a Friday night, it’s a real party. A party with you and about a gazillion other people doing the same thing. We actually at least smartened up enough to cut across through Santa Clarita, Palmdale, and Lancaster, but although this avoided most of the garbage through LA, there was no avoiding the mighty 15. This was actually the worst I’d ever seen it, as a few accidents in the vicinity of Baker brought things literally to a standstill. Then there were the literally DOZENS of cars on the grade between Baker and Primm sitting on the side of the road having overheated. The reason being of course, it was HOT. And I do mean, HOT. No air conditioning was being used at least in our car to avoid such a fate, but with the outside air feeling like a heat wave, having the windows open in the 90 degree or so heat (at night even) didn’t help much. It was just a swelterfest. Me being the soon to be professional navigator, I was constantly doing calculations as to what our average speed needed to be for the remainder of the journey in order to get to the airport on time. For a while, I really thought we were screwed, and was doing the mental preparation of “well the money wasn’t even in your wallet until two days ago anyway, pretend you never won it” but was still pretty bummed. As it turned out though, the luck from the previous evenings kept on running. The traffic opened up pretty much just in time, and we busted through Primm and Jean at record speed after the grade ended. We decided to park at the New York New York Casino, not only because it was funny we were going to the real thing, but the fact that their parking structure is huge, free, and close to the airport. This was the first of many strategies used to save money during the trip.
We arrived at the ticket counter to find a decent sized line, and finally got to the front right at the 30 minute deadline for the flight’s boarding to begin and the computers to be closed out. As Murphy’s law dictates, when in a hurry the gate your plane is leaving from will be the furthest possible. Luckily due to the late departure time of 1am, there was basically no one in the airport and security took like five seconds. I ended up on the aisle, which has never been my favorite (I’m a window man), but at least I wasn’t in the middle (she was, but was in between two guys and apparently was far from minding). Ah, I forgot to mention we flew JetBlue, which was a first for me. Coolest thing by far is DirectTV on the plane at every seat, with like 30 channels of live TV to choose from. Between ESPN, the Game Show Network, and MacGyver reruns, I was kept pretty busy. Of course, I also tried to sleep, but we managed to get a loudly crying baby in the row behind us, and that made it pretty impossible. This was only the beginning of problems involved with trying to sleep during the trip however, will go into more detail later.
At this point in time, it had been about twelve hours since I’d decided to leave Santa Barbara for New York City, and I was somewhere over Kansas. The most common thought in my head then, and throughout the weekend, was “Wow, I’m really here, I’m really doing this, how much does this rock.” I tapped her on the shoulder as I’d done about five thousand times in the last hour and whispered “Dude, we’re going to NYC!” with a huge grin.
The party was just getting started.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Finally Got Around to It.
Okay so now I’m updating about events that happened like two weeks ago, but I have good reason.
Upcoming tomorrow and over the next few days will be a series of posts about the most recent weekend’s events, which should be quite interesting reading.
The week previous to my coming back to SB though, I did a bunch of things, some of which I probably have forgotten, which is sad. This is why I prefer blogging the day of, and now that I have a laptop in class and get bored because the professor doesn’t talk as fast as I type, that should be much easier to do.
So anyway, other than eating like a pig, which I did a lot of, I did manage to get out and do some fun stuff.
On I think that Wednesday night I was invited to go to the Galaxy game with my Uncle, cousin, and a few other people. What most people ask me when I say that is “what’s a Galaxy game?” For those who aren’t familiar with the world’s most popular sport, the L.A. Galaxy are a Major League Soccer team. Yes I’m aware that people in the U.S. are oblivious to the sport, but I’ve played it most of my life, and enjoy it immensely. I’d never been to a professional game though, and it ended up being an awesome experience. Somehow I went through childhood only attending like three professional sporting events, a couple baseball games and a football game. I live in the city of the world famous Staples Center but have never seen a basketball or hockey game, or even a concert or anything else there. Quite sad.
So anyway, soccer in person is a very cool thing. The one thing I can't emphasize enough is everyone is extremely fast. Like, there's two speeds, really fast, and ridiculously fast. If you're not at least the former then you will just get run over. The game was at the brand new Home Depot Center at Cal State Dominguez Hills, which is where they're going to have the Women's World Cup final upcoming. It is a pretty incredible venue, I was quite impressed. Being able to play inside it must be a pretty awesome experience.
The final score ended up being 1-1, which was sad because a shutout would have meant a free dozen Krispy Kremes for everyone in the audience. Booo. For the next few days I stuffed myself some more, then decided to go somewhere else I'd never been.
For some strange reason, I live in LA but don't do much of the stuff there is to do here. Therefore one of the things I'd missed out on over the years was Universal Studios, amazingly enough. I went that Saturday with my sister and her fiancee and a few of her friends, which was actually much more fun than I thought it would be.
The studio tour was pretty spiff, as you end up seeing a bunch of these movie sets that you've seen on the big screen. Something neato about actually being there. My favorite ride was the Jurassic Park one, some pretty neat effects on it as well as a pretty serious sized drop at the end. I wanted to ride it multiple times but it was sprinkling all day, and people were worried about getting wet. Buncha wimps. Shrek 4D was also pretty fun, that's one of those where the chairs shake and spit at you and do all sorts of strange things. Also props to the Terminator 3D show, a few of the effects there I can't even explain. Ooh, and Waterworld wasn't bad either, some big surprises. If you're going to skip something though, skip the Spiderman show. It's terrible. Really terrible. They advertised that a ton I remember, must have been a lot of disappointed folks.
Okay now that that's all out of the way, big post coming soon.
Okay so now I’m updating about events that happened like two weeks ago, but I have good reason.
Upcoming tomorrow and over the next few days will be a series of posts about the most recent weekend’s events, which should be quite interesting reading.
The week previous to my coming back to SB though, I did a bunch of things, some of which I probably have forgotten, which is sad. This is why I prefer blogging the day of, and now that I have a laptop in class and get bored because the professor doesn’t talk as fast as I type, that should be much easier to do.
So anyway, other than eating like a pig, which I did a lot of, I did manage to get out and do some fun stuff.
On I think that Wednesday night I was invited to go to the Galaxy game with my Uncle, cousin, and a few other people. What most people ask me when I say that is “what’s a Galaxy game?” For those who aren’t familiar with the world’s most popular sport, the L.A. Galaxy are a Major League Soccer team. Yes I’m aware that people in the U.S. are oblivious to the sport, but I’ve played it most of my life, and enjoy it immensely. I’d never been to a professional game though, and it ended up being an awesome experience. Somehow I went through childhood only attending like three professional sporting events, a couple baseball games and a football game. I live in the city of the world famous Staples Center but have never seen a basketball or hockey game, or even a concert or anything else there. Quite sad.
So anyway, soccer in person is a very cool thing. The one thing I can't emphasize enough is everyone is extremely fast. Like, there's two speeds, really fast, and ridiculously fast. If you're not at least the former then you will just get run over. The game was at the brand new Home Depot Center at Cal State Dominguez Hills, which is where they're going to have the Women's World Cup final upcoming. It is a pretty incredible venue, I was quite impressed. Being able to play inside it must be a pretty awesome experience.
The final score ended up being 1-1, which was sad because a shutout would have meant a free dozen Krispy Kremes for everyone in the audience. Booo. For the next few days I stuffed myself some more, then decided to go somewhere else I'd never been.
For some strange reason, I live in LA but don't do much of the stuff there is to do here. Therefore one of the things I'd missed out on over the years was Universal Studios, amazingly enough. I went that Saturday with my sister and her fiancee and a few of her friends, which was actually much more fun than I thought it would be.
The studio tour was pretty spiff, as you end up seeing a bunch of these movie sets that you've seen on the big screen. Something neato about actually being there. My favorite ride was the Jurassic Park one, some pretty neat effects on it as well as a pretty serious sized drop at the end. I wanted to ride it multiple times but it was sprinkling all day, and people were worried about getting wet. Buncha wimps. Shrek 4D was also pretty fun, that's one of those where the chairs shake and spit at you and do all sorts of strange things. Also props to the Terminator 3D show, a few of the effects there I can't even explain. Ooh, and Waterworld wasn't bad either, some big surprises. If you're going to skip something though, skip the Spiderman show. It's terrible. Really terrible. They advertised that a ton I remember, must have been a lot of disappointed folks.
Okay now that that's all out of the way, big post coming soon.
