Departing for another time

5/17/2016

This is the first time I have been in the Westin at DIA.  I have passed by a dozen times, and never known what type of lavish people sit inside.  The time always ran too close with my flights.  This being because I push the limits of flight arrival so often.  Today I woke up ready to head to the airport.  I didn’t feel a need or a want to wait till the last possible minute.  The wish to be on my way already was thick in my mind.  

My parents followed my early expedition to the airport.  I think they felt cheated from the last time I travelled abroad.  I wasn’t completely honest about my return date and surprised them after having Jimi drive me home.  So today, with my expectant parent in tow, I drove hurriedly to DIA.  That leads to me sitting here, with five hours until my flight, looking out a forty foot window toward the skyline.  

    It is a beautiful hotel, the Westin.  The lobby is on the second floor, and I took an escalator up to its lounging open design.  A bar sits in the middle, with half a dozen local beers on tap, and a full view into the south security line.  I skirted around the check in desk and found a sofa near the other highrise window.  Down below me is the train station.  A few tracks run out behind the hotel, sitting in a dip between two grass covered hills.  On both hills there are logs connected and bent at a large obtuse angle.  It emulates a snow drift block, and a sharp rise in ground that comes with the Rocky Mountains.  The view is a pleasant escape from the other side of the lounge.  To my side I do not watch thousands of ants rush from one hole to the next, pulling their own grains of dirt to help build some sort of sandy mound of continually recycled life.

    The matter at hand, since I am stuck here for another quarter day before even beginning to travel, is what liquor is called for.  Beer holds a light feel, and gives an easy acceptance into drinking at this time.  Once I have acknowledged the necessity for alcohol though, is it too much to bump up to whiskey?  Besides, it would by no means be the first time I sipped bourbon barely past midday.  

Concepts:  I am lost in a gust of excitement.

I have built an insurmountable ache for a drink.

My mind rose higher with coffee than I should have let.

I could use a bit of relaxation at the hands of Denver Beer Company

Better start this adventure off right then.  It’s time for a pint.