Yes, other events do occur in my life besides chemo, but I never got around to posting (where "never got around to" = "was busy playing Civilization III instead"). So let's see, what's been going on...
Last Monday I went to an Indians game for the first time in about three years. One of my friends was singing the Star-Spangled Banner with her church choir, and since a few people couldn't go, she nabbed me an extra ticket as a birthday present. It was hardly what I'd call May 16th weather, as I was wrapped in a large blanket most of the evening, but it was still good to see a live game again and have a stadium hot dog. However, I refuse to eat those modern Cracker Jacks they sell; Cracker Jacks come in a
box, dagnabbit, not a bag, with fuzzy stickers or wash-off tattoos or one of those fake hologram dealies inside... not these lame "toys" they give you now. Grrrrrrrunt. (I'm only being semi-serious here; I'm not
that much like my dad.)
Wednesday evening was the historical society's annual meeting/dinner, for which I provided background music during the cocktail hour. Later that night, it was off to the Cinemark at Valley View for a midnight showing of
Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith with some of my friends. I've never done that for a movie before, but this being the last Star Wars movie I figured I'd experience a little slice of nerd culture. I did
not go in costume, however, and actually I only saw a few people dressed up -- one in rather elaborate Darth Vader regalia, complete with flashing lights and one of those $100 light saber replicas they sell at Borders.
Seeing as the movie wasn't over until 3 a.m., I scheduled a vacation day for Thursday -- which also happened to be my birthday -- but rather than just waste the day sleeping in (although I did that too) we went to Cedar Point. The day began with a flat tire while I was on my way to meet my carpool out at Midway Mall. Fortunately, I was close to an intersection and pulled off into an apartment complex. My friend's car jack was too tall to fit under my car, so I called AAA and they put on the temporary spare (the jack that came with my car is rusted and the handle broke off upon trying to remove it from the trunk).
So what does a 25-year-old get from his parents for his birthday?
Ghost of Rod Roddy:
A new tire!!Hey, no complaints here, I'll take it! :) And yes, you heard it right, I'm now 25, which means I'm finally out of the "18-24" demographic and my opinion on surveys and questionnaires now matters more than some kid who just got out of high school. It also means I get to start feeling old, although since most of my friends are in their 30s I may hold off on that.
Speaking of Cedar Point, I decided to get a season pass. If you go just two times, you've broken even on the ticket price. But now that I have it, I'll go more often, especially since I have friends who have season passes (as well as a season parking pass -- hurrah for carpooling). The nice thing about it is you can just go on a whim, for half a day, or even just after work and not feel like you have to do everything in one day. If the weather's bad, you can just go home and not feel like you've wasted your money. If it's a nice day, you can get there by 6:00 after work and stay 'til 10, ride a few coasters (shorter lines on weekdays) and go home.
Cedar Point: fresh air and exercise with a purpose. :D
