An epic event is set to occur in the Beccaverse, one that could alter the course of history. Lady or Not… Here I Come‘s most dedicated editors and guest writers, the esteemed Rodney A. Worthington and Yours Truly, are scheduled to meet up in Denver tonight. Rod being a gentleman of refined taste, he insisted on forgoing the quick but boring route of flying from Oregon to Missouri, and instead is taking the time to smell the wintry roses, rolling across the American heartland on a Greyhound bus.
He’ll know he’s in Colorado when he takes in the gorgeous sight of the Rockies’ peaks rising 14,000 feet above sea level, and a few hundred above the haze of legal marijuana smoke. I kind of suspected that he looked for a route through our magnificent state after Oregon defeated a similar measure in last month’s election. I don’t know if he does like to partake, but just in case, I want to treat him to a fine meal while he’s laying over here. Because I would never want to be thought of as that guy who lets his dates go hungry.
I’m really nervous though. It may be Sunday, but I’m not a churchgoer and I fear I may not have anything formal enough to wear to the Denver Greyhound Station. I mean, these people look like they’ve got higher standards than I can live up to.
Seriously, though, what should I wear? I want to make a good first impression. Rod is 13 years my senior and I’m sure he already has certain well-deserved prejudices about the slackdaiscal© attitudes of Becca & I’s generation. If it were Jeremy, I know I’d wear flannel. But with Rod, I just don’t know what he’ll like. I think they like green a lot in Oregon, so I’ll wear green. It brings out my eyes, and will match some of the stains on the floor of the bus station.
I’m really looking forward to this. If you’ve read my previous posts you know I’ve been seeking out a Bro Date for a long time and of all the Bros I could meet, he is definitely the Rod-est of them. Totally Rodical. Of course, we know the conversation will be 5% politics, 4% religion, 3% teaching (our mutual profession), and 88% Becca, who is actively worrying about our conspiring. Truly, though, she set us up. She prodded Rod to email me as follows…
Well let’s see how your schedule shakes out, and whether or not I get stuck in a snowbank in Utah (modern-day Donner party?). My cell # is (976) 1-HOT-ROD. We’ll stay in touch, and hopefully the stars will line up.
-Rod (who sounds smarter on the Internet)
But she could be setting herself up. Find out next week…
~”Never let the facts get in the way of a good story” (Mark Twain)~
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