I had ants in my pants all day on Friday. I think I checked the RCR website about 12 times to make sure that Wreckers started at 6. Should I get there early to fill out the paperwork? What if I am too early? Can I print out and complete the paperwork in advance? What should I wear? Is it cold in the hangar? Should I eat before I go? What the hell am I doing?
I managed to remain outwardly casual about the whole thing and even waited to get ready until the very last second. Matt helped me mold my mouthguard-he actually arrived home before I did and had the water boiling, instructions out, and slotted spoon ready when I walked in the door. Awww. If that ain't love...
With my bag of gear and donning my striped knee-highs, I drove myself the one mile to the hangar. I knew I needed a little extra courage, so I cued up one of my favorite go-get-'em songs: "Defying Gravity." The drive is so damn short that I had to sit in the parking lot to hear the end of the song. It's that close. After a quick "here I go!" text to my girl in San Diego, I took a deep breath, boldly opened the car door, grabbed my bag and walked in.
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