Sweet.

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Or suite, as it's kirrectly splld.  I got upgraded because they didn't have the room I'd reserved, with two queens (that was the extra bed I expected to need when I thought Emily was coming- no, I did not plan to spend the night with Vicky Vogue and Venus Divine). A "suite," in Microtel terms, means a sofa and work table, a microwave, sink and fridge. W00t. Too bad I was unconscious for the whole time I would have been enjoying them.

I'd enjoyed the day just fine up to that point, anyway. My noontime ride ended in Connecticut a bit past seven, with my two beloved nieces and their two (a third in training) kids being their sweet, beautiful, irrepressible selves.  There are pictures, preserved on something called "film" which will be digitized later.  We only had a few hours before the kids had to be put to bed, but we ate, and we remembered, and we laughed our fool heads off, and most importantly, we were family together. More of it in a non-church/funeral-home room than I've been with them in this century.  They loved their loot from their Aunt Donna, who has Serious Medical Stuff tomorrow and couldn't be a part of this trek, and I will catch up with her by the end of today as I slide back into work realities beginning in a Binghamton courthouse tomorrow.

Even Buddy the cat, Nicole's de facto only child, finally came out for some appropriate human attention before I left. He was rather offput by having ittybitties around. We went through that, too, especially with our male, and I think he'll be fine.

A train to the Big City awaits in about three hours. Other than knowing I'll be on the train from Poughkeepsie getting in at 12:27, I have no idea where I'm going once I get there. Part of me wants to wander over to the 4 train- as obscene as that sounds to a fan of Seven- and at least gaze upon the proceedings in the Bronx today from the outside of the yard. One of my favorite turners-of-phrase on the Mets beat (who also takes some freakin' awesome pictures of the games) described her first foray to the new Home of the Legends Suites thusly:

161st St. is enemy territory, the shadowland, a foreign country. Two stadiums greet us at the bottom of the stairs, one standing mute, one barely broken in, so new it was gleaming in the sunlight.

As much as I'd hate to pollute my mind with that sight before Welcoming Home to my own team's new Your Name Here Stadium, I kinda want to see THAT.

Caryn also, I believed, coined the perfect term for the horrid mess that occurred in the Mets' FIRST game ever at New Wretched Excess Stadium:

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"Castigate."

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Oh. My. Gosh. That was painful to watch...over and over and over.

Glad you got to see you family. :D