Smooth as a good scotch

Yeah, I know, gushing about how awesome a day was, is so 2001 brogging.  But it occurs to me just how rare it is that I find myself having what seems to be a genuinely good day; not to sound overly pessimistic, it just really does feel that way to me.

Anyway, I made a day trip up to Detroit, to catch a baseball game.  And anyone who’s paying attention should know by now that “going to go see a baseball game” usually entails going to see the city.  That being said, I had never been to Detroit, let alone Michigan in my entire life, and a baseball game was as good as excuse as any to tackle two goals at the same time.

Eventually, I’ll update my baseball parks page with the ballpark I went to watch the Braves lose in this time, but I just can’t really get over how smooth of a day everything went for me.  I ain’t even mad that the Braves lost.  I ain’t even mad that I had to wake up at 5:30 a.m. in order to make this day even happen.  Everything else just went so well, that it’s put me in a fantastic mood.

The only complication of the day was quite a large one, which was the questionable status of the flight out that would have gotten me to Detroit.  Jen didn’t believe me when I said that the massive standby list was probably on account of people wanting to go watch the Braves playing a rare series in Detroit, but I knew I was right when I saw numerous, numerous people of all ages wearing Braves jerseys, hats, and shirts.  Fortunately for me, just barely enough people no-showed, or were stuck at the TSA-furloughed security checkpoint for me to eek my way onto the flight.  And when the plane’s doors were shut, and we pushed back, I knew I had overcome my biggest obstacle of the day.

From there on, the day just went smooth as silk.  The weather in Detroit was magnificent, with it never going higher than 70 degrees, and it was beautiful, sunny, and I had actually remembered to bring my sunglasses for it.  I tried some new restaurants that came recommended by locals, and watched a good baseball game; the result was obviously not my desired one, but I’ve seen the Braves lose so many times on the road, that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

And then on the way out, I found not just one, but two Tim Horton’s, where I was able to indulge in the Iced Capps that I had so severely fallen in love with in past trips into Canada, before I got back to the airport to find out that the return flight to Atlanta was open wider than a Chloe Sevingy character’s legs, and had zero difficulty getting on, and having plenty of arm rest and reading time to boot.

Seriously, I’ve never had a day run as smoothly as this, as is the story of my life, there’s always something to dampen, or wet blanket the mood at some point.  Probably it’s because my biggest concern of the day was addressed, resolved and overcome so early in the day, that it just set the tone for everything to simply get better throughout the rest of it.

But as it stands right now, I am in a good mood, and I feel good about it.

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