Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Monday, June 6, 2011

LargeThings: Cups and Cockroaches

I spent the weekend in New Mexico at the Great Southwest Track and Field Meet.

Albuquerque was hot. And smoky, thanks to a huge Arizona fire that filled the place the night we got in. The city was also full of fast people with large muscles and zero-percent body fat running in the heat. Luckily, a hot wind blew away most of the smoke so the runners didn't die of smoke inhalation.

My favorite part: water cups in Albuquerque are HUGE.


Yes, huge.

You know how if you go out for fast food or to a movie theater and ask for water, most places give you a leprechaun-sized styrofoam cup and if you complain they threaten to call the cops for suggesting something so outrageous as a full-sized drink of water? In Albuquerque, you get giant water cups. Humungous. With lids. And straws. And lots of ice. Which was great, because did I mention New Mexico is hot?

My least favorite part: large cockroaches. Like  the one we found in a drawer in my hotel room. Nice and healthy-looking.

Albuquerque cockroach in drawer

We closed the drawer and hoped it would go away. It did. We don't know where. I'm scared to unpack my luggage.


And yes, I watched my kid run. Which, ok, yeah, was a bigger deal than large water cups. But, hey, it was over so fast and the ice-water lasted the whole 2000-meter steeple-chase. How cool is that?

Better than an over-sized cock-roach roaming loose in my hotel-room. And perhaps in my luggage. Or in the bag of left-over pretzels. Ergh. Ick. Pretzels are going into the trash right now.

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