PORT DOUGLAS, AU - - My tan development program will be postponed for one day, at least, as it is once again raining in PD. I've been here 5 days and it's rained for 2 of those day. (Of course, I've spent every MOMENT of the other three days on 4-mile beach, so I'm getting a bit brown).
The rain is funny here, though, as it seems more like a cleansing than anything else. It's a rainforest rain, very drenching but not in a freezing, angry, run-for-cover-type of way like at home. I don't mind at all getting caught in this rain.
This trip has been unusual for me, but I can't put my finger on how I feel about the differences in this year's excursion Down Under. I've always loved Port Douglas, but this year is definitely an out-of-sorts visit.
My friends sold the apartment complex where I'm staying, so I don't know anyone here except one of the housekeepers. My friends moved a few hours' drive away, so I don't really expect to see them at all. And there are a TON of families with small children in town this time (small, crying, fussing, interrupt-your-quiet-dinner little ankle-biters).
Did I mention it's rained a lot here this time???
There's even a chance I won't be able to go snorkeling on my birthday because of the high winds. Guess I never really appreciated the opportunities I've had in the past to spend my birthday on the Great Barrier Reef. I'm crossing my fingers that last year won't have been my last chance.
Okay MJ, enough bitching. I am determined to snap out of it and count my blessings that I can afford (???) to treat myself to what for many people would be a once-in-a-lifetime trip. (I've been here EIGHT TIMES!!! somebody slap me!)
Rain or no rain, screaming children or not...I WILL find the joy in this, possibly my last, trip to Australia.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Do you live here? Only if I can find my way home...
SYDNEY, AU - - I must look, or at least act, like an Aussie because I've been in Sydney for about 24 hours and I've been asked directions twice! Hmmn...
One discernable difference between me and a true Sydneysider is that they know their way around town. I was dropped off at my hotel yesterday morning, dropped off my bags and went walking around to re-acquaint myself with the city.
Several hours later, I decided to see if my room was ready yet (too early to check in at 9am). I walked south down Pitt Street from the Rocks neighborhood to a store that read '303 Pitt' across the front. Okay, my hotel's address is 300 Pitt, so I looked across the street for the entrance to the Metro Hotel.
It wasn't there.
It wasn't next door to 303 either. Or one or two store fronts down.
IT WAS ON THE NEXT BLOCK!!! (One point for Chicago's grid system of streets).
Tomorrow it's on to Port Douglas!
One discernable difference between me and a true Sydneysider is that they know their way around town. I was dropped off at my hotel yesterday morning, dropped off my bags and went walking around to re-acquaint myself with the city.
Several hours later, I decided to see if my room was ready yet (too early to check in at 9am). I walked south down Pitt Street from the Rocks neighborhood to a store that read '303 Pitt' across the front. Okay, my hotel's address is 300 Pitt, so I looked across the street for the entrance to the Metro Hotel.
It wasn't there.
It wasn't next door to 303 either. Or one or two store fronts down.
IT WAS ON THE NEXT BLOCK!!! (One point for Chicago's grid system of streets).
Tomorrow it's on to Port Douglas!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Hey there Australia, it's me again.
SYDNEY, AU - - I've decided that time moves at a different pace here. I've been in Sydney for less that 12 hours, but I feel like I've been away from home for a week (and I mean that in a good way). In the first hour, I got sunburn (yay! that's how I start a tan). Of course, it's only 3:30 in the afternoon, but I REALLY want to go to bed.
Getting off the plane here, I wondered what had changed in this, one of my favorite cities. Well, as different as it is from Chicago, Sydney always has seemed comfortably familiar to me (even the first time I was here). But like any other major metropolitan area, it's a living, breathing entity and change is inevitable.
Having dropped off my bags at my hotel, I trekked down to Milson's Point (???) and said my usual hello to the Sydney Harbor Bridge. The Opera House will have to wait since a humungous cruise ship had docked in my line of sight. I'll bid my welcome to the Opera House tomorrow.
My stomach growled and I decided to go to my usual haunt in the Rocks neighborhood. The Gumnut Cafe is this cute little eatery that features a tiny back courtyard where you can often spot brightly colored parakeets in search of spilled sugar. The 2-seat tables are actually ancient Singer sewing machines, complete with foot pedal! It's a lovely bit of calm in the midst of the hectic Sydney business district.
Not any more.
I walked up and found a rental store for bicycle tours of Sydney! I stood outside the door with my mouth agape and then my stomach rumbled again, so I moved on. My second choice of brekky locale was fine, but I felt cheated. Turns out, my little cafe only closed a few weeks ago!!!
I'm quite sure no one's moved the Opera House, so I can return to my sense of stability when I visit it tomorrow.
On Wednesday, I travel to Port Douglas. It's another return visit, but another change, too. My friends, Wolfgang and Christel, sold the Archipelago (the served apartment building where I've stayed for several years) but the new owners sound nice in emails and a surprise long-distance phone call.
Change is inevitable and often, very healthy. I'm preparing for some changes myself, so this trip will be good practice on learning how to roll with it. Wish me luck!
Getting off the plane here, I wondered what had changed in this, one of my favorite cities. Well, as different as it is from Chicago, Sydney always has seemed comfortably familiar to me (even the first time I was here). But like any other major metropolitan area, it's a living, breathing entity and change is inevitable.
Having dropped off my bags at my hotel, I trekked down to Milson's Point (???) and said my usual hello to the Sydney Harbor Bridge. The Opera House will have to wait since a humungous cruise ship had docked in my line of sight. I'll bid my welcome to the Opera House tomorrow.
My stomach growled and I decided to go to my usual haunt in the Rocks neighborhood. The Gumnut Cafe is this cute little eatery that features a tiny back courtyard where you can often spot brightly colored parakeets in search of spilled sugar. The 2-seat tables are actually ancient Singer sewing machines, complete with foot pedal! It's a lovely bit of calm in the midst of the hectic Sydney business district.
Not any more.
I walked up and found a rental store for bicycle tours of Sydney! I stood outside the door with my mouth agape and then my stomach rumbled again, so I moved on. My second choice of brekky locale was fine, but I felt cheated. Turns out, my little cafe only closed a few weeks ago!!!
I'm quite sure no one's moved the Opera House, so I can return to my sense of stability when I visit it tomorrow.
On Wednesday, I travel to Port Douglas. It's another return visit, but another change, too. My friends, Wolfgang and Christel, sold the Archipelago (the served apartment building where I've stayed for several years) but the new owners sound nice in emails and a surprise long-distance phone call.
Change is inevitable and often, very healthy. I'm preparing for some changes myself, so this trip will be good practice on learning how to roll with it. Wish me luck!
Monday, October 05, 2009
Mistakes revisited??
In the middle of the second circuit of my every-other-day workout, my cell phone rings. I stopped doing oblique twists and grab the phone off the charger in my kitchen. Hoping it's the person I've been trying to meet (work stuff, get your mind outta the gutter...for now), I breathe "hello."
The guy on the phone has a strong accent and the man with whom I've been trying to meet definitely does not. My mind is reeling.
He said his name, but I didn't hear it since I have competing audio output from my workout CD and also the TV. So I did what any smart and curious woman would do...I fake it.
"Oh, hi! How are you?" I'm waiting to get some kind of clue as to who this is and whether or not I want to continue this conversation.
Eventually it comes to me. It's a guy who works for the Cubs. The same guy (I'm embarrassed to say) that I got drunk and made out with in Denver. Apparently, I gave him my number.
The season ended yesterday and he's heading back home (Miami??) in a few days and wanted to know what I was doing tonight.
My memories of Denver came rushing back and I decided that I wasn't up for the booty call. I told him I have a cold (which I do, kind of) and planned to finish my workout, take a shower and go to bed...alone. He laughed at the 'alone' part and asked if I was sure.
I gotta give him credit for not waiting till midnight to call. It was only 7 o'clock.
The guy on the phone has a strong accent and the man with whom I've been trying to meet definitely does not. My mind is reeling.
He said his name, but I didn't hear it since I have competing audio output from my workout CD and also the TV. So I did what any smart and curious woman would do...I fake it.
"Oh, hi! How are you?" I'm waiting to get some kind of clue as to who this is and whether or not I want to continue this conversation.
Eventually it comes to me. It's a guy who works for the Cubs. The same guy (I'm embarrassed to say) that I got drunk and made out with in Denver. Apparently, I gave him my number.
The season ended yesterday and he's heading back home (Miami??) in a few days and wanted to know what I was doing tonight.
My memories of Denver came rushing back and I decided that I wasn't up for the booty call. I told him I have a cold (which I do, kind of) and planned to finish my workout, take a shower and go to bed...alone. He laughed at the 'alone' part and asked if I was sure.
I gotta give him credit for not waiting till midnight to call. It was only 7 o'clock.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Inspiration or perspiration?
With a much-needed day off after returning from my niece's wedding in the Washington, DC area, I treated myself to a movie.
"Julie and Julia," if you don't know, is two stories actually. One tale is about Julia Child, the lovely and funny chef that taught America how to cook French food. The other story is about a woman named Julie who decided to cook all 500+ recipes in the aforementioned chef's book and write a blog about the process.
Leaving the theatre, it dawned on me that it was almost dinner time and I wanted to cook something....with butter!!! And probably wine.
But first, my workout.
"Julie and Julia," if you don't know, is two stories actually. One tale is about Julia Child, the lovely and funny chef that taught America how to cook French food. The other story is about a woman named Julie who decided to cook all 500+ recipes in the aforementioned chef's book and write a blog about the process.
Leaving the theatre, it dawned on me that it was almost dinner time and I wanted to cook something....with butter!!! And probably wine.
But first, my workout.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Denver 2009, okay, actually just Coors Field
Um...what??? Rockpile?? Since when is that a legitimate seating area??? In case you're wondering, it's the cheapseats that are directly above dead-center field. Apparently, they're sold day-of-game and can cost as little as $5!
While walking to Coors Field, I spotted a statue in front of the ballpark. Quick! Name a single Rockies player (current or former) that would merit a statue. Can't think of anyone? Me neither. Guess this is a statue of the 'everyman' player. Kinda lame, methinks.
Okay, this is kinda neat. On the centerfield concourse, the average joe could be (at least for half an inning), Joe Buck...or Pat Hughes...or the next Harry Caray! For a small fee, you can announce the Rockies game as it's being played. Not sure where the broadcast is heard or if it's recorded.
Less than a block from Coors Field are several bars and restaurants...in short, a pretty fun area to hang out. I'm guessing the owner is a transplanted Chicagoan. For the most part, I felt pretty welcomed by the Rockies fans (of course, that could be because my boys looked awful for much of the weekend and the Rockies, by comparison, looked fabulous!)
Aramis Ramirez congratulates Derrek Lee after he scored in Saturday's game. Too bad these two couldn't put together more offense as the Cubs dropped three of four games in Colorado.
Nice park, huh? Shitty beer, though. And the food service is practically self-serve as I counted five vendors between home plate and right field during one point during the game on Saturday. That's five IN TOTAL, not five just in my aisle. Oh, did I mention you can get SALAD at a stand on the concourse?
This is not Barney, the purple dinosaur. It's Dinger, the Rockies' mascot. What the hell a dinosaur has to do with Colorado I had to know. The woman sitting next to me on Sunday filled me in. "When they were digging the hole for the ballpark, they found dinosaur bones. They had to shut the whole thing down for a while because it became an excavation site." So now you know the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey would've said.
Although Ryan Dempster's pitching has been very good at times and mediocre at others, his batting has been consistently....um, how to put this kindly? Less-than-spectacular. I think Rockies pitcher (and former Cub) Jason Marquis knew this.
This is the view of the outfield from the centerfield concourse. Yep, I know, I could sit and watch the fountains in this best-EVER batter's eye too!
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Good cabbie/bad cabbie
In the interests of balancing the cabbie karma in the universe, please see the following story of a good man who happens to drive a taxicab.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-cab-pick-pocketaug06,0,1060293.story
I'd like to think there are more of this guy than the other, but I'm not sure.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-cab-pick-pocketaug06,0,1060293.story
I'd like to think there are more of this guy than the other, but I'm not sure.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Power to the People
When the taxi driver immediately backed down and offered to let me pay whatever I wanted, I knew that I was being cheated. And I wasn't going away quietly.
Here's how it went down.
Having just flown home from Arizona on a late flight, I was trying to stay awake on a chilly March evening. A guy stood about 25 feet down the road from me, also waiting for a taxi. Being a good traveler, I offered to let him share the ride (he was there first, after all).
So two strangers piled into the taxi van and headed east. After only a few blocks, my fellow traveler got out. I noticed the meter read $4.95 + 1.00 (for the extra passenger). The stranger handed the driver $5 and said his goodbyes.
Without re-setting the meter, the driver continued on and reached my destination a few miles down the road. Imagine my surprise when the driver asked me for the full fare.
"What about the $5 he gave you?" I asked.
The driver started to explain that since the other traveler and I didn't know each other, it wasn't a true shared ride.
"Excuse me?!!"
That's when he immediately offered to let me pay whatever I wanted. Something in me snapped and I knew I wasn't going to put up with another dishonest taxi driver. If Chicago gets the Olympics, I didn't want a-holes like this giving my city a bad reputation.
So I filed a complaint with the city.
After testifying over the phone (a truly stressful thing, lemme tell ya!), we WON! The taxi driver was fined $140 for attempting to overcharge me.
Justice!
So I filed a complaint with the city.
After testifying over the phone (a truly stressful thing, lemme tell ya!), we WON! The taxi driver was fined $140 for attempting to overcharge me.
Justice!
Monday, June 15, 2009
We Believe
Since the 2009 version of the Chicago Cubs aren't exactly running away with the division, I decided it might be nice to re-live some of the excitement of the 2008 season. I bought a ticket to the premier of "We Believe," a documentary about the Cubs and the city's connection to the team and its fans.
First of all, Chicago looks great in this movie! Of course, the city always looks pretty in the summer (in my humble opinion), but there's something about seeing Wrigley Field at daybreak from a helicopter view that's really quite cool.
Several Cubs players were interviewed for the movie and it's always nice to see who has personality and who doesn't. Fortunately, the Chicago Cubs are never short of 'characters.' I'll have to buy the DVD when it comes out because I missed several minutes of the movie as the crowd went bezerk (sp?) when now-former-but-still-ridiculously-popular Cub Mark DeRosa was on screen.
Opening Day 2008 got a lot of screen time and it deserved it. The Cubs trailed 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth inning when brand-spanking-new Cub Kosuke Fukodome hit a three-run homer to send the game into extra innings. I attended the game and I thought Wrigley Field would explode from the noise!
In what has become all-too-common occurence, the Cubs lost in extra innings. The film showed the dejected fans filing out of the park, hanging their heads. One scene showed a sad Cubs fan sitting all alone after the game's end with a sign that read 'Expect Great in '08.'
"Oh my God! That's me!" I said to no one in particular at the Chicago Theatre.
And it was!
I'm not a fan who brings signs and banners to show allegiance, but on that day I did. I don't know why. But now I'm in a movie.
Who knew?
First of all, Chicago looks great in this movie! Of course, the city always looks pretty in the summer (in my humble opinion), but there's something about seeing Wrigley Field at daybreak from a helicopter view that's really quite cool.
Several Cubs players were interviewed for the movie and it's always nice to see who has personality and who doesn't. Fortunately, the Chicago Cubs are never short of 'characters.' I'll have to buy the DVD when it comes out because I missed several minutes of the movie as the crowd went bezerk (sp?) when now-former-but-still-ridiculously-popular Cub Mark DeRosa was on screen.
Opening Day 2008 got a lot of screen time and it deserved it. The Cubs trailed 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth inning when brand-spanking-new Cub Kosuke Fukodome hit a three-run homer to send the game into extra innings. I attended the game and I thought Wrigley Field would explode from the noise!
In what has become all-too-common occurence, the Cubs lost in extra innings. The film showed the dejected fans filing out of the park, hanging their heads. One scene showed a sad Cubs fan sitting all alone after the game's end with a sign that read 'Expect Great in '08.'
"Oh my God! That's me!" I said to no one in particular at the Chicago Theatre.
And it was!
I'm not a fan who brings signs and banners to show allegiance, but on that day I did. I don't know why. But now I'm in a movie.
Who knew?
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Let's get this summer in gear already!
It's been a pretty slow summer so far. Slow in what way, you may ask??? Well...several ways.
The Cubs have been only so-so performers after having been picked in the pre-season to pretty much run away with the division. I've seen recent signs of life with their on-again, off-again offense so I can stay cautiously optimistic, as always.
I've decided that Mother Nature really has something against Chicago. Yes, I know our winters are beyond-belief shitty with record cold air temps and peel-your-skin-off wind, but come on!!! It's almost mid-June and we should be in mini skirts and shoulder-baring tank tops.
But NOOOOOO!!!!
I can count the jacket-free days on one hand! Convertibles like mine were built for speeding down Lake Shore Drive with the top down enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But I can't even THINK about throwing the ragtop down with all the rain and chilly breezes we've suffered through.
On the 'social' scene, things have been...well, up and down (and not in THAT way, you dirty-minded but lovely friends!)
Redbird Fan never called. Or at least, he never stayed on the phone long enough for us to have a conversation. What's with that? Guys always say they need to know they have the 'green light.' Well, hell! I'll hold the door open for you, but I won't push you through it!
Then there was C Neighbor who kept telling me he had a crush on me. I wouldn't hear anything from him for weeks and then a random text asking me to come by and cuddle with him. Cuddle??? We have never been on a date! We don't even know each other's last names?!?!
A baseball-themed theatre production convinced me to go out solo a few weekends back. The show was interesting and so was the 6-foot-4 guy sitting next to me. Actually, we had already talked a bit while I was buying my ticket and he was picking up his free ducat (courtesy of a pal who was performing in the show).
We chatted during intermission and after a confusing ending of the play, we both decided to go for a drink and try to figure out what we just saw. It was a nice conversation, so I traded business cards with Sniper (his name for going out solo, as he often does, too). We made tentative plans to see the Cubs game that Thursday.
I didn't hear my cell phone ring late Wednesday afternoon, but I called back to the work number that Sniper left. He left the message that he couldn't get a sitter for his son, so he couldn't go to the game with me. It was almost 6pm when I called back, so I wasn't surprised to get his voicemail, but was surprised to not hear from him again.
At all.
My volleyball friends all think that perhaps Sniper wasn't as available as he made himself out to be.
Who are these social misfits and why do I keep meeting them?
The good news this season is I've been keeping up with my 30 Day Shred workouts (probably 3 times per week), so when I finally do get a chance to show off my bod, it will be ROCKING!!!
Oh, and I just place a Victoria's Secret order, so I am staying cautiously optimistic there, too!
The Cubs have been only so-so performers after having been picked in the pre-season to pretty much run away with the division. I've seen recent signs of life with their on-again, off-again offense so I can stay cautiously optimistic, as always.
I've decided that Mother Nature really has something against Chicago. Yes, I know our winters are beyond-belief shitty with record cold air temps and peel-your-skin-off wind, but come on!!! It's almost mid-June and we should be in mini skirts and shoulder-baring tank tops.
But NOOOOOO!!!!
I can count the jacket-free days on one hand! Convertibles like mine were built for speeding down Lake Shore Drive with the top down enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But I can't even THINK about throwing the ragtop down with all the rain and chilly breezes we've suffered through.
On the 'social' scene, things have been...well, up and down (and not in THAT way, you dirty-minded but lovely friends!)
Redbird Fan never called. Or at least, he never stayed on the phone long enough for us to have a conversation. What's with that? Guys always say they need to know they have the 'green light.' Well, hell! I'll hold the door open for you, but I won't push you through it!
Then there was C Neighbor who kept telling me he had a crush on me. I wouldn't hear anything from him for weeks and then a random text asking me to come by and cuddle with him. Cuddle??? We have never been on a date! We don't even know each other's last names?!?!
A baseball-themed theatre production convinced me to go out solo a few weekends back. The show was interesting and so was the 6-foot-4 guy sitting next to me. Actually, we had already talked a bit while I was buying my ticket and he was picking up his free ducat (courtesy of a pal who was performing in the show).
We chatted during intermission and after a confusing ending of the play, we both decided to go for a drink and try to figure out what we just saw. It was a nice conversation, so I traded business cards with Sniper (his name for going out solo, as he often does, too). We made tentative plans to see the Cubs game that Thursday.
I didn't hear my cell phone ring late Wednesday afternoon, but I called back to the work number that Sniper left. He left the message that he couldn't get a sitter for his son, so he couldn't go to the game with me. It was almost 6pm when I called back, so I wasn't surprised to get his voicemail, but was surprised to not hear from him again.
At all.
My volleyball friends all think that perhaps Sniper wasn't as available as he made himself out to be.
Who are these social misfits and why do I keep meeting them?
The good news this season is I've been keeping up with my 30 Day Shred workouts (probably 3 times per week), so when I finally do get a chance to show off my bod, it will be ROCKING!!!
Oh, and I just place a Victoria's Secret order, so I am staying cautiously optimistic there, too!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
TMI....to the nth degree!
I confess...I belong to another website besides Blogspot. And I've got heaps of friends who belong to it, too. This can be a great way to keep in touch. Or it can be a nightmare.
Periodically, I'll check out my friends' 'pages' to see what's going on in their lives. Not often, but I do this sometimes when I'm bored at work.
So the other day, I went on a friends' page and see that he had taken one of the thousands of quizzes that are offered by this website. Not sure what purpose these quizzes serve, except as excellent time-killers. The website designers come up with several questions and when you answer them, you are labeled with one of their titles. Something like 'Marilyn Monroe' (if you take the quiz 'who were you in a former life?' for example).
Anyway, my 'friend' has emerged from his "what kind of lover are you?' quiz as (apparently) an amazing lover, 'one who always leaves the partner hungry for a second go-round.'
Normally, I'd give the test-taker a hard time about their quiz results. There is NO WAY I'm going to bring this up the next time I see this 'friend'. I don't even know if I'll be able to look him in the eye. Now....or ever!
Why???
Because he's my nephew!
Periodically, I'll check out my friends' 'pages' to see what's going on in their lives. Not often, but I do this sometimes when I'm bored at work.
So the other day, I went on a friends' page and see that he had taken one of the thousands of quizzes that are offered by this website. Not sure what purpose these quizzes serve, except as excellent time-killers. The website designers come up with several questions and when you answer them, you are labeled with one of their titles. Something like 'Marilyn Monroe' (if you take the quiz 'who were you in a former life?' for example).
Anyway, my 'friend' has emerged from his "what kind of lover are you?' quiz as (apparently) an amazing lover, 'one who always leaves the partner hungry for a second go-round.'
Normally, I'd give the test-taker a hard time about their quiz results. There is NO WAY I'm going to bring this up the next time I see this 'friend'. I don't even know if I'll be able to look him in the eye. Now....or ever!
Why???
Because he's my nephew!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Verrrryy interesting!
So I mailed my business card to Redbird Fan, not knowing if he'd even get it before the tradeshow here in Chicago (which starts today, by the way). He travels quite a bit, I think.
At 4:57 pm, my cell phone rings and I check the display: a 314 area code.
St. Louis!
'Hello?' I tried to sound friendly but not overly so.
A man's voice replies, "Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number."
And hangs up!
So who's the bigger chickenshit, me or him? I hung up when his receptionist tried to put my call through and he (or his friend/coworker) hung up when I answered.
There is NO WAY IN HELL that the call wasn't from him.
The tradeshow ends on Thursday. We'll see...
At 4:57 pm, my cell phone rings and I check the display: a 314 area code.
St. Louis!
'Hello?' I tried to sound friendly but not overly so.
A man's voice replies, "Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number."
And hangs up!
So who's the bigger chickenshit, me or him? I hung up when his receptionist tried to put my call through and he (or his friend/coworker) hung up when I answered.
There is NO WAY IN HELL that the call wasn't from him.
The tradeshow ends on Thursday. We'll see...
Saturday, May 02, 2009
When all else fails, try the US Postal Service
Okay, so I stopped by the Merchandise Mart on my lunch hour the other day (where Redbird Fan's company has an office). I found the company, but the lights were turned off, no one home. Turns out, it's one of the many companies in the Mart that are only open during trade shows, not to the public.
The glass-enclosed space listed a St. Louis phone number, so I thought I could make a quick call and find out exactly when the Chicago location would be inhabited. The woman who answered told me that the company would be participating in a May 11-14 trade show (as Redbird Fan said). I mentioned that I had met one of her coworkers over the weekend and before I could finish, she had started to transfer me to him!!!!
I panicked and hung up.
Gimme a break! Just stop for a second and think of how that conversation would go, "hello, we met over the weekend. You don't know my name and didn't tell me what company you worked for or your phone number but I tracked you down..." Sounds pretty stalker-like, doesn't it? I didn't want to put this guy on the spot, so I chickened out.
On further review, I decided that maybe I could call back and be transferred directly to his voicemail. That way, he could decide whether or not to call me back and no one is pressured to make a split-second decision.
I'm not sure how this is possible for a company to have a St. Louis headquarters but be successful enough to also have not only a location in Chicago but one in the Merchandise Mart AND NOT HAVE VOICEMAIL!!
As a last-ditch effort, I placed my business card with "thanks for the beer. maybe I can return the favor when you're in town" on the back and mailed it to his company.
We'll see.
The glass-enclosed space listed a St. Louis phone number, so I thought I could make a quick call and find out exactly when the Chicago location would be inhabited. The woman who answered told me that the company would be participating in a May 11-14 trade show (as Redbird Fan said). I mentioned that I had met one of her coworkers over the weekend and before I could finish, she had started to transfer me to him!!!!
I panicked and hung up.
Gimme a break! Just stop for a second and think of how that conversation would go, "hello, we met over the weekend. You don't know my name and didn't tell me what company you worked for or your phone number but I tracked you down..." Sounds pretty stalker-like, doesn't it? I didn't want to put this guy on the spot, so I chickened out.
On further review, I decided that maybe I could call back and be transferred directly to his voicemail. That way, he could decide whether or not to call me back and no one is pressured to make a split-second decision.
I'm not sure how this is possible for a company to have a St. Louis headquarters but be successful enough to also have not only a location in Chicago but one in the Merchandise Mart AND NOT HAVE VOICEMAIL!!
As a last-ditch effort, I placed my business card with "thanks for the beer. maybe I can return the favor when you're in town" on the back and mailed it to his company.
We'll see.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Fraternizing with the enemy
ST.LOUIS - -Having watched my Cubs lose two games to the rat-bastard Cardinals in Busch Stadium, I entered the park rather quietly on Sunday. The concourse was overflowing with red shirts, my Cubs blue a serious minority hue.
You ever find yourself having a random thought - - not apropo of anything? Well, while strolling to my upper deck seat, my mind drifted back to the guy who is responsible for my Cub fandom. The One That Got Away was a guy I dated in college. We attended a university approximately 2 hours from St. Louis and I actually accompanied him to this city when he had a job interview (for a job he didn't get). I've had no contact with The One in about 20 years, but at that moment I wondered if maybe he lived in St. Louis and horror of horrors!! maybe switched sides and became a Cardinals fan! I shook my head to dispel that crazy idea.
As far as I could see, I was the only Cubs fan in my section. Although I never really trash talk about the opponent, I could see that this was not the time to start.
Redbird Fan and his pal arrived late in the first inning, attired in the red shirts that must be a required uniform in Missouri. Redbird Fan sat to my immediate right in the close quarters of the upper deck.
There was something familiar about him, something that reminded me of The One. Same height, similiar build, same hair color, same age and...no ring (yes, I checked). He was definitely a Cardinals fan, but at one point admitted that he knew people that live near Wrigley and he's been to Chicago several times. In fact, his company has an office in the Merchandise Mart and he was coming to Chicago next week???
I don't remember how we got on the topic of cars, but he told me that he drives a 1967 Lincoln. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The One drove an old Oldsmobile (another huge boat of a car).
About mid-game, I mentioned that I was driving home after the game and was trying to figure out how to get to the Martin Luther King bridge (one of several bridges that cross the Mississippi River into Illinois). I pulled out my G1 phone with lovely GPS and map features. He pulled out his glasses and we huddled together over the small screen to check out my travel options.
Redbird Fan and his friend left to get beer just as the Cubs started to take a lead. They didn't offer me a beer and I was okay with that since I had a 5-hour drive coming up. I cheered on my boys and tried to ignore the ensuing dirty looks from my section. The remainder of my beer tasted particularly sweet as I watched Chicago put up even more runs.
The Cardinals seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails and the fans near me became pretty quiet. Redbird Fan picked up my empty beer cup, turned to me and said "I haven't taken any yet," and poured about half of his fresh beer into my cup.
I thanked him and toasted to a good rivalry, secretly impressed with this show of gentlemanly generosity. The simple gesture somehow seemed very intimate. It was as if we had an assumed familiarity. Very much like some things The One did when we were together.
The Cubs were leading 10-3 as the ninth inning started, so the Cardinals fans lost the faith and started pouring out of the stadium, including Redbird Fan and his pal.
We were never introduced (although I did catch his first name) . He never asked for my name or my number, but I'm pretty sure his pal (who was married and expecting his first child), harrassed Redbird Fan all the way home for this oversight.
So many guys don't know how to 'close the deal' and Redbird Fan had this characteristic written all over him. Here's the question:
Do I stop at the Merchandise Mart and drop off my business card at his company's office with a note 'thanks for the beer. Go Cubs!' ????
You ever find yourself having a random thought - - not apropo of anything? Well, while strolling to my upper deck seat, my mind drifted back to the guy who is responsible for my Cub fandom. The One That Got Away was a guy I dated in college. We attended a university approximately 2 hours from St. Louis and I actually accompanied him to this city when he had a job interview (for a job he didn't get). I've had no contact with The One in about 20 years, but at that moment I wondered if maybe he lived in St. Louis and horror of horrors!! maybe switched sides and became a Cardinals fan! I shook my head to dispel that crazy idea.
As far as I could see, I was the only Cubs fan in my section. Although I never really trash talk about the opponent, I could see that this was not the time to start.
Redbird Fan and his pal arrived late in the first inning, attired in the red shirts that must be a required uniform in Missouri. Redbird Fan sat to my immediate right in the close quarters of the upper deck.
There was something familiar about him, something that reminded me of The One. Same height, similiar build, same hair color, same age and...no ring (yes, I checked). He was definitely a Cardinals fan, but at one point admitted that he knew people that live near Wrigley and he's been to Chicago several times. In fact, his company has an office in the Merchandise Mart and he was coming to Chicago next week???
I don't remember how we got on the topic of cars, but he told me that he drives a 1967 Lincoln. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The One drove an old Oldsmobile (another huge boat of a car).
About mid-game, I mentioned that I was driving home after the game and was trying to figure out how to get to the Martin Luther King bridge (one of several bridges that cross the Mississippi River into Illinois). I pulled out my G1 phone with lovely GPS and map features. He pulled out his glasses and we huddled together over the small screen to check out my travel options.
Redbird Fan and his friend left to get beer just as the Cubs started to take a lead. They didn't offer me a beer and I was okay with that since I had a 5-hour drive coming up. I cheered on my boys and tried to ignore the ensuing dirty looks from my section. The remainder of my beer tasted particularly sweet as I watched Chicago put up even more runs.
The Cardinals seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails and the fans near me became pretty quiet. Redbird Fan picked up my empty beer cup, turned to me and said "I haven't taken any yet," and poured about half of his fresh beer into my cup.
I thanked him and toasted to a good rivalry, secretly impressed with this show of gentlemanly generosity. The simple gesture somehow seemed very intimate. It was as if we had an assumed familiarity. Very much like some things The One did when we were together.
The Cubs were leading 10-3 as the ninth inning started, so the Cardinals fans lost the faith and started pouring out of the stadium, including Redbird Fan and his pal.
We were never introduced (although I did catch his first name) . He never asked for my name or my number, but I'm pretty sure his pal (who was married and expecting his first child), harrassed Redbird Fan all the way home for this oversight.
So many guys don't know how to 'close the deal' and Redbird Fan had this characteristic written all over him. Here's the question:
Do I stop at the Merchandise Mart and drop off my business card at his company's office with a note 'thanks for the beer. Go Cubs!' ????
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Spring! Smell the scent of pheremones in the air!
As it was FINALLY warm enough to attend a baseball game without shivering, I decided to watch my Cubs smash the visiting rat-bastard St. Louis Cardinals. Riding the elevator in my building, I ran into a young guy I'll call "C Neighbor." Apparently, he was meeting friends in the Wrigleyville neighborhood to watch an NBA playoffs basketball game. No baseball for him.
C Neighbor asked if I want to share a cab and when I tell him that I'm walking (such a beautiful day and all), he asks if he can walk with me. Sure!
Mind you, I've run into C Neighbor a few times either in the laundry room, lobby, elevator or sometimes at my favorite coffee shop down the street. We're not friends really, but not strangers either. Did I mention that we've never actually been introduced?
Anyway, we're walking to Wrigley Field (and people, he walks FASTER than I do!!!) and he lights a cigarette (strike 1), and starts telling me how he doesn't remember much of what happened last night after he drank so much (strike 2). He does remember spending about $200 for a bottle of Effen vodka (retail $40??) and he thinks he might have gotten thrown out of whatever bar they were in (strike 3).
Obviously, this is not a person I plan to spend a lot of time with. Nevertheless, our conversation continues and he's decided that I'm in my mid-30s (could I have underestimated him?) and he'd like to buy me a beer before I go into the game. Oh, and he introduced himself so we could actually call each other by name (geez, what a concept!)
He says he'd like to meet me for breakfast if I was planning to head to the corner cafe near our building. Asks if I go to church on Sundays. (geez! a guy who asks about church?) Said he'd like to go to church but hasn't found one for him (he's not Catholic, but he offered to accompany me some Sunday).
I met his friends at the bar. C Neighbor bought me a beer and tried to confirm the Sunday breakfast plans. I told him he could text me on Sunday and see what my plans were. (Fine! So I gave him my cell phone number, so what?!)
C Neighbor and pals take off to watch the NBA playoffs and I go into Wrigley and say Hello to my 'summer family.' Before the game starts, I get a text from C Neighbor asking if I'd like to meet for a drink later (if my evening plans end early). Told him I'd keep him posted.
Having just bought a pre-game beer from one of my favorite vendors, I turned around just in time to see Cub Man, a guy I dated about 7 years ago. He and a pal are sitting 2 rows in front of me! He stopped to give me a hug and later sent a beer vendor over with a second refreshment for me. Mid-game, we made tentative plans to stop for ONE BEER after the game (since both Cub Man's pal and I had separate evening plans). He asked if I still lived (over there, as he pointed in the direction of my high-rise building).
When the game went into extra innings, Cub Man and pal took off. (Of course I was staying till the end!) Cub Man gave me another hug and said I looked great. I said it was nice to see him (it was, actually, since I didn't run into him at any games last year and that's unusual).
After my Cubs pulled off the 11th-inning victory, I ran home to get cleaned up for a black-tie optional charity event for which I had bought a last-minute ticket.
Black formal gown, spiderweb-designed hose and a messy pile of blond curls atop my head, I thought it was a pretty good effort for short notice as I jumped into a cab only 45 minutes late for the start of this casino night/silent auction.
Fifties Frank started off nice enough, complimenting me on my dress??. Wait, no, he said I had a great body (or something to that effect). We discussed the auction for a little while and in just a few minutes, I knew ENTIRELY too much about his family, their struggles with weight (he wasn't fat, but not thin either) and where he fit in the birth order of his large family (youngest of nine, strange coincidence, huh?), and his recent occupational roller-coaster.
What started out as innocent conversation became a sticky trap and since I had no wingman, there was no one to pull me out. When the inevitable request for a phone number came, I had to sink to an excuse of bad timing (implying that I wasn't available to date). He was nice about it, but nevertheless, I took the opportunity to end the evening.
On the taxi ride home, I assessed the day's activities...beer (and potential breakfast) with C Neighbor, another beer (and cancelled third one) with Cub Man and charity auction smalltalk with Fifties Frank (so named for the horned-rimmed glasses and military-short hair).
Not a bad warm up for Summer 2009, right?
C Neighbor asked if I want to share a cab and when I tell him that I'm walking (such a beautiful day and all), he asks if he can walk with me. Sure!
Mind you, I've run into C Neighbor a few times either in the laundry room, lobby, elevator or sometimes at my favorite coffee shop down the street. We're not friends really, but not strangers either. Did I mention that we've never actually been introduced?
Anyway, we're walking to Wrigley Field (and people, he walks FASTER than I do!!!) and he lights a cigarette (strike 1), and starts telling me how he doesn't remember much of what happened last night after he drank so much (strike 2). He does remember spending about $200 for a bottle of Effen vodka (retail $40??) and he thinks he might have gotten thrown out of whatever bar they were in (strike 3).
Obviously, this is not a person I plan to spend a lot of time with. Nevertheless, our conversation continues and he's decided that I'm in my mid-30s (could I have underestimated him?) and he'd like to buy me a beer before I go into the game. Oh, and he introduced himself so we could actually call each other by name (geez, what a concept!)
He says he'd like to meet me for breakfast if I was planning to head to the corner cafe near our building. Asks if I go to church on Sundays. (geez! a guy who asks about church?) Said he'd like to go to church but hasn't found one for him (he's not Catholic, but he offered to accompany me some Sunday).
I met his friends at the bar. C Neighbor bought me a beer and tried to confirm the Sunday breakfast plans. I told him he could text me on Sunday and see what my plans were. (Fine! So I gave him my cell phone number, so what?!)
C Neighbor and pals take off to watch the NBA playoffs and I go into Wrigley and say Hello to my 'summer family.' Before the game starts, I get a text from C Neighbor asking if I'd like to meet for a drink later (if my evening plans end early). Told him I'd keep him posted.
Having just bought a pre-game beer from one of my favorite vendors, I turned around just in time to see Cub Man, a guy I dated about 7 years ago. He and a pal are sitting 2 rows in front of me! He stopped to give me a hug and later sent a beer vendor over with a second refreshment for me. Mid-game, we made tentative plans to stop for ONE BEER after the game (since both Cub Man's pal and I had separate evening plans). He asked if I still lived (over there, as he pointed in the direction of my high-rise building).
When the game went into extra innings, Cub Man and pal took off. (Of course I was staying till the end!) Cub Man gave me another hug and said I looked great. I said it was nice to see him (it was, actually, since I didn't run into him at any games last year and that's unusual).
After my Cubs pulled off the 11th-inning victory, I ran home to get cleaned up for a black-tie optional charity event for which I had bought a last-minute ticket.
Black formal gown, spiderweb-designed hose and a messy pile of blond curls atop my head, I thought it was a pretty good effort for short notice as I jumped into a cab only 45 minutes late for the start of this casino night/silent auction.
Fifties Frank started off nice enough, complimenting me on my dress??. Wait, no, he said I had a great body (or something to that effect). We discussed the auction for a little while and in just a few minutes, I knew ENTIRELY too much about his family, their struggles with weight (he wasn't fat, but not thin either) and where he fit in the birth order of his large family (youngest of nine, strange coincidence, huh?), and his recent occupational roller-coaster.
What started out as innocent conversation became a sticky trap and since I had no wingman, there was no one to pull me out. When the inevitable request for a phone number came, I had to sink to an excuse of bad timing (implying that I wasn't available to date). He was nice about it, but nevertheless, I took the opportunity to end the evening.
On the taxi ride home, I assessed the day's activities...beer (and potential breakfast) with C Neighbor, another beer (and cancelled third one) with Cub Man and charity auction smalltalk with Fifties Frank (so named for the horned-rimmed glasses and military-short hair).
Not a bad warm up for Summer 2009, right?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
New baseball on the horizon
The envelope arrived and I was sooo excited to open it. On a whim, I ordered tickets for an August baseball series between my Chicago Cubs and the Colorado Rockies...not down the street at Wrigley Field, but in Denver! I got airfare at a decent price and found a GREAT price at a very nice hotel in "LoDo" (which is what they call downtown Denver).
Never been to Denver, much less to Coors Field, but I hear they're both pretty nice. The upcoming trip made me think of all the ballparks I've been to...
Brutal!
Never been to Denver, much less to Coors Field, but I hear they're both pretty nice. The upcoming trip made me think of all the ballparks I've been to...
- New York Yankees - (old) Yankee Stadium (not nearly as big as its reputation and its history)
- New York Mets - (old) Shea Stadium
- Boston Red Sox - Fenway Park (a dump that makes Wrigley look like new construction even though Fenway as built in 1912 and Wrigley Field in 1914).
- Baltimore Orioles - Camden Yards (great ballpark that could've been the home of the Chicago White Sox if the cheap-bastard owner would've paid the architects what they deserved!)
- Atlanta Braves - (old) Fulton County Stadium (okay, it was for the Olympic baseball games in 1996, does that count?)
- Pittsburgh Pirates - PNC Park (supposedly one of the nicest of the new ballparks, but a Pittsburgh native told me it's the same as Cincinnati's park, just different colored bricks)
- Cincinnati Reds - Great American Ballpark (nice old-fashioned new ballpark right on the riverfront)
- Toronto Blue Jays - The Rogers Centre, formerly the Sky Dome (Strange place that was sooo state-of-the-art way back in 1989!)
- Washington Nationals - (old) RFK Stadium (shitty football stadium that played a poor host to a newly reborn baseball team)
- Washington Nationals - (new) Nationals Park (where Cubs centerfielder Reed "Gumby" Johnson made an AMAZING diving catch last year!)
- Florida Marlins - Pro Player Stadium (another shitty football stadium that begrudgingly hosted baseball...and didn't look happy about it)
- St.Louis Cardinals - (old) Busch Stadium
- St. Louis Cardinals (new) Busch Stadium (actually not a bad place to watch baseball; has a cool cut-out centerfield where the Arch is front and center; upper deck railing is only about 2 1/2 feet high...someone's gonna take a dive off that, you just watch!)
- Chicago Cubs - Wrigley Field (best place to watch baseball...EVER!)
- Chicago White Sox - (old) Comiskey Park (had a working shower in the centerfield bleachers!)
- Chicago White Sox (new) U.S. Cellular Field (nicknamed The Cell, probably because so many people end up in jail during the ballgames there...kicked out for fighting.)
- Milwaukee Brewers - (old) County Stadium (practically CREATED the sporting tradition of the pre-game tailgate party)
- Milwaukee Brewers - (new) Miller Park (nice park, but you can stand on the concourse and not even hear the action on the field...weird!)
Brutal!
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Mini brow
Use your imagination a little bit, but you can't tell me that this remnant of my recent surgery (scar left over from 'belly cam') doesn't look like...
add a little mascara and eyeliner and you're there!
...this!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
14 days till Cubs Home Opener
Poor Harry Caray! It's just two weeks till he's front and center of the Cubs Home Opener 2009, but today he's freezing in the cold of a spring snowstorm.
Before I can start thinking of baseball in earnest, I guess I could do like these guys are doing and make the best of the March snow. But can I get anyone to pull me UP the hill?
Okay, these guys are just nuts, but I think that's a prerequisite for smelt fishing. If the lake isn't frozen over, these guys (and many more like them) are out there day and night! Crazy!
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