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January 13, 2006
Sequestered
If I play my cards right, I won't see another one of the humans - that being any member of the human race - for a good sixteen hours.
What I can see from my 19th floor windows: the Mississippi River, Eads Bridge and the stunning Gateway Arch, close enough that it looks like I could touch it. But I can't. I tried. Hurt my head real bad when it hit the plate glass window.
Jesus, I do love Priceline. Sweet lap of luxury for $40. I'm feeling better already. I also love (prepare to envy me, Summer) chorizo meatloaf from City Grocer and the eclectic channel at Paste Radio, which is keeping me company.
Except for one thing. I've got this weird thing about big structures. They wig me out. Heights don't bother me. If they did, we wouldn't have had that little head-bumping incident with the 19th floor window earlier, would we? I don't like being under big structures. Leaning against the side of the Gateway Arch freaks my shit out. I can't do it. I'm fine unless I look up and then - fuck, that's some big shit up there. Big shit that could fall on me.
I get that feeling every time I walk past the window. Which is kinda fun. It's a sweet little rush. But I just had a thought a few minutes ago: if that bad boy falls over in the night, the building I'm in will be crushed. It's Friday the 13th. There's a full moon (also visible from my room).
New rule: All hotel room windows will be avoided for the duration of my stay. I'll just return to my writing and pretend there's not a huge, looming national monument swaying in the breeze a few feet away.
Posted by Robin at January 13, 2006 07:55 PM
Comments
Dude! I'm so glad you got tonight for you!!!!
Posted by: Julie at January 13, 2006 10:40 PM
I got into a parking altercation in front of the bakery today with two yahoos who were going to the probation department right down the blok. After they flipped me off, they got stopped at a red light--I then followed them down the block on foot and said, "What was that? I didn't see it clearly the first time." They flipped me off again. I then proceeded to call them fucking morons and then I paid a visit to their probation officer.
I attribute this behavior to two things: the fact that I ate an enormous blueberry pancake this morning (I can't eat that much pure carb in the a.m.) and ... (cue dramatic music) that it's Friday the 13th.
I'm glad you got tonight for you too. I just pricelined Big Sur, and there's nothing available.
Posted by: m at January 13, 2006 11:33 PM
Write long and hard, Poppymom.
Meanwhile, I'm going to find my way to that grocery store.
Posted by: Summer at January 14, 2006 10:44 AM
