Sunday Freak-Out. Who knew Chris was the calm one

Trip Start Jul 12, 2013
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Flag of United States  , Missouri
Sunday, August 25, 2013

Got to our hotel and realized it would be a short journey to the game as the stadium was literally at the end of the block.

Chris asked the hotel check-in where we were meant to park. She replied with "Oh, it will just happen automatically" So I translated for Chris and repeated the same question "where do we park?" 10 minutes later I think we had it all figured out. 

Unable to check in to our room yet we grabbed a pre-game beer at the Flying Saucer right across the way. $3 pints for all Missouri Beers, why not. It was what I would call a gagillion degrees outside so we did not head to the game till they were singing the anthem. 

Our seats were padded so comfortable and extra sweaty, but quite nice. Since it was such a scorcher we did an inning on and off approach. One in the seats and then the next cruising the hallways looking around. 

Apparently it was Fred Bird's birthday which just lead to my insane irrational jealousy that all the kids that entered the stadium that day received free stuffed build-a-bear Fred Birds. I considered making up a sick child that I "needed" a free stuffed bird for, but decided the heat had melted my brain and perhaps that would be going too far. 

It was SOOO hot that they actually had stations of free water and ice which I took full advantage of. The Lady at the concessions informed us that this 90 degree day was actually a nice one for this time of year, usually its more like 110 in the shade. No thank you m'am. 

The Stadium was very nice and a great view of the arch in the backdrop but I have to admit the heat beat me. We made it through 6 innings and then retreated back to the air conditioned climes of the Flying Saucer. This time we split two very delicious fresh warm soft pretzels that I had been eyeing up before the game. We sadly watched as the home teams loss was made official and then hit the hotel for a shower and heat stroke induced nap (I napped, Chris probably was just enjoying me not talking to him for the first time in 6+ weeks) 

After my soul restoring mid afternoon rest, we set out to see the Gateway Arch up close. Arriving there they check you through a medal detector before you can enter the big underground space below. We bought the tickets to take the ride to the top after a brief questionnaire as to weather we had a fear of heights or claustrophobia. I have a little of both but did not plan on that getting in the way...figuring it would not be a big deal. 

We were lined up to enter our pods to take us up to the top when the doors opened. Holy god, this pod was miniature. I took a few deep breaths and decided I could do it. The ride was only 4 minutes to the top...I can do this. Nestled in our pod the two of us with three spare seats I was mentally planning how I would survive this, just as I was settling a little a woman joined our pod and said their was one more coming. I proceeded to do the flying squirrel the heck out of there. No way jose - there is not enough air in there for more than me and Chris. 

I felt bad but I just could not fathom being one of 3 or 4 adults riding in that thing when the doors closed (and some had 5 in them) 

The Lady operating the doors looked at me with a sad face and asked if I was really sure that I did not want to go. I said I thought I could do it with the two of us but once the others started coming in....nu-uh. She encouraged me that it was worth it and that she would try and get us our own pod but it might not happen since you are meant to buy up the whole pod if you want that. 

It was late/quiet enough that she was able to get us our own on the next trip up. We were on attempt #2 when a man from a full pod next to us motioned his body like he wanted to join our less full pod. I gave him the full court press and held my ground. Sorry, no, I had a freak out so we got a pod to ourselves.  (In my head: Please move away from me and my pod) He did not say a word, but turned slowly back and stuffed his bod into his pod with 4 other full grown men. 

Honestly this was like being in a white cramped hamster ball with one little foggy window in it. I set my phone timer so I could focus on the 4 minutes ticking away. Chris did a good job of distracting me and you could see a little of the stairwell that people used to walk up years ago through the little sliver of a window. 

I SURVIVED!! We made it to the top and had a look around through the smallish windows down at the city. There were some pretty cool views and I'm glad I got my moneys worth. Now I had the 3 minute ride down to contend with (its shorter going back due to gravity I suppose) The guy up top had been informed about Ms. Freak-out and kindly got us private pod #8 to ride down in. Much less anxious this time but still plenty nervous I set my timer for the 3 minutes. Both rides were a little over their projected times but not far off. 

As we left we noticed the example pod near the ticketing area. I laughed since if I had seen that thing at the start I would not have bought the tickets. 

It was kind of late at this point and we had been told not to wander around too aimlessly in St. L so we did visit #3 at the Flying Saucer for the day. Apparently those who sample over 200 beers there get their name on the "Wall of Honor".

~L  

For the Record: Section 156 Row 14, Seats 5&6
Atlanta Braves beat the Cardinals 5-2 
 
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