I showed Big Cat, who said tell him Ill talk to him tomorrow.
She said, well, youre going.
I mean, my lyft driver to the airport was named Hector.
Perhaps, but lyft doesnt provide that information.
It had to be a good sign.
We landed, we linked, and we were off.
Now is probably a good time to mention that I am in fact colorblind.
Pure, old-fashioned (surely intentional) irony.
Klemmer ran down the terminal to see if it was the real deal, apparently it wasnt even close.
But no matter, we pressed on, for our conquest had just begun.
We tried our hand at the Rio Grande, but that was a bust too.
In the Coronado Center mall, Klemmer and I scoured high and low to no avail.
I held watch, yearning with an agonizing desire to see a color I cannot see.
As driver, Klemmer has aux.
We had a good yap/nonverbal cycle.
We checked into the hotel in Amarillo, and there was only one move to be made after that.
