Saturday, February 27, 2010

Scattered thoughts on the move.

I’m way too old to go to any mall all by myself. I learned this today. I tried to stay away from any small children and, when I was alone at a table in the middle of a food court and downing my Chick-Fil-A Deluxe and waffle fries, I tried my best not to smile at babies. I just don’t wanna scare their soccer moms.

Also, when you don’t know anybody in your new, smallish town, you hardly have to utter a word. You also appear way too friendly and eager to talk when the guy taking your order at Barnes & Noble asks the origin of your name. You may as well be cupping your hands around your mouth while screaming excitedly into his ear: “PLEASEBEMYFRIENDNOWTHANKYOUYES?!?” Pathetic.

Two tickets to the Orlando Magic game tomorrow night have fallen in my lap. I have absolutely no options on a date or friend to take. Good seats, too.

It’s rained fairly nonstop and is chilly a lot and the jungle humidity doesn’t seem to exist like it sometimes has in the past. I should have brought more than one sweater. This is the kind of wetness that has the power to reach through skin and freeze bones.

I’ve never had a busier first day on the job. Ever. Talk about hitting the ground running. This ride will be a wild one, that’s for sure. Good thing I’m up for it.

There are a lot who seem to think I’ve been secretive about my new lot in life, but perhaps I just haven’t said much about it anywhere on the Internets: I am a company’s Director of Communications out in the Orlando, FL, area, helping take it to the next level. It’s a lot of work, but it’s going to be a lot of fun at the same time. Three days in, I’m feeling good about my crazy choice to move to a place where I know exactly two people.

The woman at the Front Desk thinks my name is "baby." I'm totally okay with that, too. There's something oddly comforting about hearing it said.

Kerry and I plan to scuba dive with a bunch of manatees next week, simply because we can. There will be photos.

Once upon a time, I was a little sad I couldn’t find a joint to visit my favorite bands in this semi-mysterious still-undiscovered-by-me wonderland. Then I found places that promise to bring me the Black Keys and Band of Horses and Fruit Bats between now and April. And I lived musically ever after. The End … or issit more like the Beginning?

Speaking of music, that Crazy Heart soundtrack is something else, isn’t it? Jeff Bridges does a fine, fine job, but that Ryan Bingham tune at the end just clobbers me. It’s been played way too much these past 48 hours. Basia Bulat has moseyed her way on into my life, too, doing her best impression of Natalie Merchant throughout her latest. Note: Not a bad thing, not in the least. She thrills me. “Go On” and “Sparrow” and “The Shore” and “If It Rains” … eh, okay, all of it. That’s easier. She goes so well with the rain. Thanks for both of those, Slowtrain.

Alligator tastes really greasy good. Homemade hush puppies are great as well. Even the grouper sandwich had its moments. It’s just hard to eat all of them with a dead deer in my line of sight, one wearing Mardi Gras beads and boxer shorts, no less. Could not stop staring. I’m pretty sure all of the locals had us pegged as tourists, and rightly so.

Drove around the downtown area this afternoon and my heart skipped one of those happy beats. Huge lake in the middle of all the skyscrapers to jog around. Cobblestone streets everywhere. Outdoor patio dining joints. Huge weeping trees. Air I only love breathing in deeply, like some kinda smiley Darth Vader. And some loft type units set in my sights. I think I can get used to this sort of scenery. All of it.

I could go for a pizza right now in a major way. In what world do grocery stores close at 10 anyway? In the world of 90-year-old velour-wearing retirees, yes. Boo! Boo, I say!


10 comments:

carly said...

Find yourself a sugar momma!!! It's perfect.

Hey, did you get rid of that soft llama wall decoration?

Jillian said...

Overplayed or not, Ryan Bingham has a voice that does something to me....in very good ways.

Congrats and good luck with the bold moves. Sounds exciting.

Roll on....

ewesa said...

Let me know if you'd like to meet some good friends of mine in Orlando and I'll arrange a email hookup. Lisa works with AIDS education and Jacob is a time-share guy. He makes delicious fish tacos on their back deck and they have two dogs. You might have met them when we all lived in Seattle.

Dainon. said...

Aha. I remember them, yes! I'll have to drop in the next time fish tacos are getting served up. You know, "accidentally" and all ...

L to the I to the Z said...

“PLEASEBEMYFRIENDNOWTHANKYOUYES?!?” made me laugh out loud. I feel ya. Good luck in your new East Coast home! West Coast, represent!

it's just me said...

Any post with waffle fries and babies and gator is fine by me.

aisy said...

Ah adventure! Looking forward to hearing how you settle in... so far it sounds pretty darn good. fruit bats? i'm jealous.

eleka nahmen said...

Florida is apparently the place to be--I just moved to Tampa this weekend, myself. Strange world out here isn't it? Congrats on your gig. Sounds like a great opportunity.

Team O'Connor said...

Hey, I heard you're gonna have friends out there soon :) I will try and visit.

Dainon. said...

All the coolest people are headed this way. It's a revolution!