It just may have happened. That Autumn just might have arrived to my city. Yes, I'm aware that it's only the second week of September; but, last night we had snow.
Okay, it was not real snow. Just a bit if sleet turning from rain as I drove on the highway. For five hours last night after work. Observing my fellow highway travelers freak-out over the snowy substance and braking their cars down to a perceived safe fifteen MPH. On the highway, during peak rush hour.
I had gotten off of work at a reasonable four o'clock, and that morning I had looked forward to a long Stevie-centric gym time. That was until I checked my phone and a guy I have been chatting up proposed dinner. "No way!" I thought, it's rainy. And since I'd been fighting off a cold, I have missed a lot of quality gym time. This was around the time that mentioned that he was located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, seventy-one miles away. "No, thank you!" Then he dropped that he is staying at the US Swim Team's dorm, located within the US Olympic training center.... That he would be sneaking out. "Uh..... I'll be right there."
The drive normally is around one hour for mere mortals, 45 minutes for me. Yet, the added bonus of our weather change had me pulling up outside of America's high altitude Olympic training center, in two and a half hours. Visions of Greg Luganus, Michael Phelps, and most importantly Tom Daley ran through my head in that two and a half hour slow-rolling traffic. The visions were correct. Tom Daley, better. Ginger.
Dinner was amazing. There was a promise of cross training; he would teach me about Game of Thrones, and I'd educate on Doctor Who. After dinner, and a little roadmance, we returned to the Olympic dorms. And, after my joke about a gay version of the Munich massacre wasn't acknowledged, I dropped him off around the corner with my Jeep's lights off.
My life as it has been lived with dignity.
Two hours and forty minutes later my dog greeted me at the door. Wondering where the hell I'd been. I wondered the same thing.
Okay, it was not real snow. Just a bit if sleet turning from rain as I drove on the highway. For five hours last night after work. Observing my fellow highway travelers freak-out over the snowy substance and braking their cars down to a perceived safe fifteen MPH. On the highway, during peak rush hour.
I had gotten off of work at a reasonable four o'clock, and that morning I had looked forward to a long Stevie-centric gym time. That was until I checked my phone and a guy I have been chatting up proposed dinner. "No way!" I thought, it's rainy. And since I'd been fighting off a cold, I have missed a lot of quality gym time. This was around the time that mentioned that he was located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, seventy-one miles away. "No, thank you!" Then he dropped that he is staying at the US Swim Team's dorm, located within the US Olympic training center.... That he would be sneaking out. "Uh..... I'll be right there."
The drive normally is around one hour for mere mortals, 45 minutes for me. Yet, the added bonus of our weather change had me pulling up outside of America's high altitude Olympic training center, in two and a half hours. Visions of Greg Luganus, Michael Phelps, and most importantly Tom Daley ran through my head in that two and a half hour slow-rolling traffic. The visions were correct. Tom Daley, better. Ginger.
Dinner was amazing. There was a promise of cross training; he would teach me about Game of Thrones, and I'd educate on Doctor Who. After dinner, and a little roadmance, we returned to the Olympic dorms. And, after my joke about a gay version of the Munich massacre wasn't acknowledged, I dropped him off around the corner with my Jeep's lights off.
My life as it has been lived with dignity.
Two hours and forty minutes later my dog greeted me at the door. Wondering where the hell I'd been. I wondered the same thing.
Ah, the low-speed, stealth drop-off of shame. I remember more than one of my dates ending with "that was fun, now tuck and roll".
ReplyDeleteAnd just how much Doctor Who knowledge was transferred in this process?
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