One of life’s truism: If it’s midnight and you’re buying a plane ticket for a 6 a.m. flight, that’s probably not a good thing.
But Mo needed to leave town in a hurry, and it’s just too dang slow to hop a train these days, so we spent a couple of sleepless hours before heading to the airport.
Another of life’s truisms: If you’re headed to an unfamiliar airport while crazed from lack of sleep, let your Garmin do the navigating. Thus we barreled along the highway till it said to turn left. This seemed odd since there was no sign indicating an impending airport. But this is satellite technology, so who was I to doubt.
We raced down a little farm road in the pitch-black darkness (hey. i was sleepy. it’s easy to forget the headlights.) No airport on the horizon. Still, the Garmin sounded confident.
We arrived at the airport. Which was a problem since the airport turned out to be a “Gentleman’s Cabaret.” I would have gone in to ask for directions, but had no one-dollar bills. So we just turned around. The Garmin, who has a female voice but apparently is open-minded, finally relented and got us there.
A goodbye kiss in a scene from a surreal movie. Home to pretend to sleep before work. A reminder that training schedules are made to be broken. Life sneaks up on you.
A third life truism: Don’t run when it’s too hot to run. Today I cried uncle and headed back to the gym, land of 70 degrees and let the dew point fall where it may. A pleasant 5 miler. Back on schedule. At least till the next flight.
A year after our arrival, we’re still lost in a strange land too far from home. But at least I know how to find a Gentlemen’s Cabaret. hmmm. I AM a bachelor for a week. Maybe I’ll take the Garmin out cruising tonight …