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Yeah, so I'm 24 hours late. My brain can barely process the day of the week anyways, so as far as I'm concerned this is a just a late edition of yesterday. We'll make this mostly visual, for my sanity.
What I do want to mention is that I'm starting to feel pretty assured that I had some sort of past incarnation - and I must have been Mexican. That seems to be the most viable explanation for my taste in the music of Selena, the art of Frida Kahlo, the language of Spanish, and thinking "Huh, I guess a zydeco band in the food court isn't such a bad idea".
Well, maybe I'm stretching a little bit. This isn't mean to be a theological discussion forum. Let's just say it's a hyperbolic way of expressing my appreciation for a culture that isn't innately mine. As exhausted as I was, and despite the cold front that had San Antonio visitors coveting my North Face, there were a few hours of schlepping around the River Walk and Market Square before I departed.
The early hour of my adventuring and the sub-prime weather thinned the crowds significantly. Photo opportunities were much easier to come by when the walkways were virtually empty. With that, I turn you over to the visuals.
just around the river walk \10.07\
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What I do want to mention is that I'm starting to feel pretty assured that I had some sort of past incarnation - and I must have been Mexican. That seems to be the most viable explanation for my taste in the music of Selena, the art of Frida Kahlo, the language of Spanish, and thinking "Huh, I guess a zydeco band in the food court isn't such a bad idea".
Well, maybe I'm stretching a little bit. This isn't mean to be a theological discussion forum. Let's just say it's a hyperbolic way of expressing my appreciation for a culture that isn't innately mine. As exhausted as I was, and despite the cold front that had San Antonio visitors coveting my North Face, there were a few hours of schlepping around the River Walk and Market Square before I departed.
The early hour of my adventuring and the sub-prime weather thinned the crowds significantly. Photo opportunities were much easier to come by when the walkways were virtually empty. With that, I turn you over to the visuals.
Here's the quick and dirty on a day that started at 3:30am and has a TBD end time. When I got in my car around 4:00am, I was driving past the late night, post-bar, grease pit food crowd. It was a little unsettling that their night hadn't ended and I was already starting the next day. Katy Perry was also singing to me on the radio about being Wide Awake. Ironic.
Somehow I managed to hit every light possible between home and the highway, despite the minimal traffic at that time of the morning. Driving up the Dan Ryan, I passed a nearly cleared accident composed of three tow trucks and more flashing lights than I could count at 55 mph. No slowing me down though. I made it to the parking garage in fifteen minutes and the airport within thirty.
True to form, I chose the slowest security lines - both before and after they checked my ID and ticket. One of the guys in front of me spent at least three minutes fussing with his rollerboard suitcase...which he was trying to fit into one of the bins for some reason.
As I walked up to the scanner, a male TSA agent yelled, "Go Green!" in response to my MSU t-shirt. I was slightly asleep still, so my response was a confused hybrid of "yeah!" and "thanks!". Within moments afterward, I was getting my first ever TSA hair pat down. And it was narrated. "I'm gonna pat your arms, now I'm gonna feel your hair."
Upon my arrival in San Antonio, I opted out of the standard shuttle and taxi options. I discovered that the #5 bus left from the airport and stopped within a block of my hotel for a grand total of $1.10. So, I checked out the public transportation situation. It was a piece of cake and cost me about 96% less.
I checked into a hotel room twice the size of my NYC digs a couple of weeks ago, and less than half the price. Actually, this place may be larger than my apartment. And comes with free breakfast and three free alcoholic drinks between 5:30-7:00pm.
The wedding itself made me wonder if I should consider San Antonio should I ever get married. The DJ not only called for a conga line to the tune of Gloria Estefan, but played multiple Selena songs. And I can't explain to you how perfectly a mariachi band compliments dinner unless you've experienced it. They even managed to fit in some Boot Scoot 'n Boogie alongside the Cupid Shuffle.
Despite the whirlwind pace of it all, today (in all of it's idiosyncrasies) was exactly as amazing as I hoped that it would be. And tomorrow still holds the allure of a few hours to explore before heading back to the impending winter climate known as home. So congrats, my friends, on a wedding that makes into my all-time favorites list. I'm very happy to have shared this with you and excited to see you take the next step in this journey.
texas style \10.06\
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Somehow I managed to hit every light possible between home and the highway, despite the minimal traffic at that time of the morning. Driving up the Dan Ryan, I passed a nearly cleared accident composed of three tow trucks and more flashing lights than I could count at 55 mph. No slowing me down though. I made it to the parking garage in fifteen minutes and the airport within thirty.
True to form, I chose the slowest security lines - both before and after they checked my ID and ticket. One of the guys in front of me spent at least three minutes fussing with his rollerboard suitcase...which he was trying to fit into one of the bins for some reason.
As I walked up to the scanner, a male TSA agent yelled, "Go Green!" in response to my MSU t-shirt. I was slightly asleep still, so my response was a confused hybrid of "yeah!" and "thanks!". Within moments afterward, I was getting my first ever TSA hair pat down. And it was narrated. "I'm gonna pat your arms, now I'm gonna feel your hair."
Upon my arrival in San Antonio, I opted out of the standard shuttle and taxi options. I discovered that the #5 bus left from the airport and stopped within a block of my hotel for a grand total of $1.10. So, I checked out the public transportation situation. It was a piece of cake and cost me about 96% less.
I checked into a hotel room twice the size of my NYC digs a couple of weeks ago, and less than half the price. Actually, this place may be larger than my apartment. And comes with free breakfast and three free alcoholic drinks between 5:30-7:00pm.
The wedding itself made me wonder if I should consider San Antonio should I ever get married. The DJ not only called for a conga line to the tune of Gloria Estefan, but played multiple Selena songs. And I can't explain to you how perfectly a mariachi band compliments dinner unless you've experienced it. They even managed to fit in some Boot Scoot 'n Boogie alongside the Cupid Shuffle.