A Sense of Adventure

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[Note: Since I’m planning on getting up in about 7 hours from now, I want to make this quick and relatively short.]

Today I was rather tired, and so I sought to stay close to the hotel. In fact, I didn’t leave the hotel at all today (and haven’t since arriving here in Louisville on Friday). Simply because one commits to spending a relaxing day in the airport does not mean that one is committed to boredom or loneliness, however.

After doing some writing in the late morning, I went downstairs and across the atrium walkway to the restaurant to enjoy a relaxing lunch. I thought about taking a book to read, but figured I could enjoy some people watching instead. It was a good choice, as I was teased about whether I had a snowball fight yet (for the first time today, but not the last), and managed to find myself sitting next to an elderly couple, a woman near my age (at least in the same ballpark—probably in her thirties), and three very small and very disobedient children. It was interesting to see the man give wise advice and to be ignored by the older woman (his wife), who brought the children to a restaurant where they were expected to sit down and eat, which didn’t happen. As it was, after leaving I saw him sitting in the lobby and chatted with him for a bit, where I found him tuning out his troubles with some Bach, and full of interest in the religious group attending the hotel (of which I am one) and our knowledge of and interest in the pagan origins of Christmas.

After returning to the hotel room I was immediately called by some friends who wanted me to take a look at the book that one of them was writing on the Book of Jude. I read and made some grammatical corrections and comments about presenting and organizing material, and the resulting conversations took up a great deal of time. And it was time well spent.

Later that evening I watched kareoke for two hours, but did not sing on the stage (I did in the audience, though, on at least one song), though I did get the chance to chat with quite a few friends, some of whom I went in search of adventure after midnight. Imagine, if you will, four men and two women between the ages of 25 and 40, all stealthily trying to find a closed tower view to see the city before it is too late. We got to look out of some high windows (one of us hiding his eyes from the sight of the elevator going up and down—perhaps out of some kind of motion sickness) and even climb up some “fire exit” stairwells, but were ultimately thwarted in our attempt to enter into the closed top floor of the Revue Tower of the hotel (the opposite one to the one where we are staying). On the other hand, we did break up some thirteen or fourteen year old lovebirds who looked a little young to be cuddling in the atrium near the bar. Am I really getting that old? I hope not old enough to have lost a certain sense of adventure, at least.

About nathanalbright

I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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3 Responses to A Sense of Adventure

  1. Trish says:

    Good read. I’m happy you are having fun and relaxing at WFW. It is awesome to spend time with friends and family.

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