On Returning

The month of November has blown passed like a swift blue northern wind. It seems like only yesterday that people were dressed up in costume, screaming like mad that they were "the devil" and cutting themselves on a San Antonio city bus. Ah, public transit ... but I digress.

I obviously made it home safely, even though I never detailed my return trip. We were held way late by a useless meeting on the final day, and did not get on the road until nearly 7:00pm. The drive is about 5 hours, plus we stopped at Applebee's for dinner and were delayed 11 minutes by construction traffic, so we arrived at the office at 1:20am on Friday. I slept in the following morning, returned the rental van around noon, and lazily strode into work around 1:30pm. At around 3:30 I concluded the work day and headed home to prepare for my evening.

We drove to Grand Prairie that evening to take part in the first of two high school reunion activities: a good ol' trouncing of the football team. On the way we met my mom at Don Juan's and had an enjoyable conversation. The football game was awful, but there was enough socialization with former classmates to make it worth while. After the game wife and myself talked with one person for nearly 30 minutes in the parking lot before it grew too chilly to continue the chatter.

We returned to GP the following day for the second activity: a dinner social at the horse race track. The event was held in a large suite on the northern end of the grandstands. The food was excellent, and there was a lot of baby talk as we sat amongst other pregnant couples. My previous experience with horse racing was limited to spectacle events on television, mainly the Kentucky Derby.  Did you know that they usually don't run in a circle? Apparently it's more of a drag race style for most events, even though they have a huge oval track. As a matter of fact, the horse racing aspect of the event was extremely boring. Who spends their Saturday night watching 15 second races separated by 20 minute breaks? Wife took some pictures of one race, and of the "track zamboni" tractors, and then we called it a night.