Following along with Gwen Bell's the Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, the official question for today is:
Day 5: A night out with friends or a loved one that rocked your world?
I've decided that my favorite restaurant moment was technically an evening out. That means the night out that rocked my world this year was the night we spent waiting for the shuttle launch.
Gary and I had been in Orlando for almost two weeks. We were in town, doing a trial run of sorts, to see what it was like to live here before we sold the house and loaded up all our wordly possessions. Gary's a big space fan, so when we figured out that a shuttle launch was planned we started plotting how to watch. The launch was planned for early Saturday morning. We decided to drive to Titusville on Friday evening and scope out possible viewing areas across the bay from the launch pad. Our plan was to go back to the hotel in Orlando, then drive over early Saturday morning and go to our selected spot.
As we ate dinner, we noticed that many tourists were already claiming their viewing spots. Hmmmm, would there be any good spaces left by the morning? I bravely suggested sleeping in the car at a park somewhere. Gary was equipped with web page printouts. Did I mention what a space program fan he is? We drove north and found the No. 1 recommendation -- Space View Park. Just as the sun was setting, we pulled into the parking lot and noticed that a small camp was already forming on the boardwalk. Gary chatted with some other tourists, who advised getting supplies at the drug store across the street.
We tramped across the street and returned with two lawn chairs, bug spray, snacks and bottled water. We were even equipped with beach towels to use as blankets, although the temperature was still a bit steamy. We picked a spot on the edge of the boardwalk and set up camp.
The launch was still almost eight hours away, but time didn't seem to matter. We were part of the space nut crowd -- kids ran and played, parents chatted and shared adult beverages, men who still carried childhood dreams of being astronauts discussed the too-soon end of the shuttle program, amateur photographers shared techniques for taking time exposures of the shuttle across the bay. As conversations grew quiet, I tried shutting my eyes for some rest. A while later -- not sure how long -- I looked around to see that dozens more had joined the camp-out. With no planning, no official organizing committee, no one in charge, Space View Park had turned into our own community.
Around midnight, just as most of the kids had run out of steam and crawled into their sleeping bags, the murmuring turned into rumors -- the launch has been scrapped! No! I opened my smart phone and searched the web for news. Rats! It was true. Something about fuel pressure problems... no launch that day.
Some of our neighbors immediately picked up their gear and quiety carried their kids back to their cars. We didn't want to leave. It was a perfect night out. An adventure that we didn't want to end. A dream that couldn't end just yet. I sat in my lawn chair just a few more minutes, memorizing every detail. Then we gathered our supplies, loaded the car and drove back to our hotel.
We had to go back to Austin before that mission launched later that month. A little more than four months later, I watched my first shuttle launch from the street in front of our apartment. We still hope to see a launch so close that we feel the ground rattle... but no matter what, nothing will ever match that unplanned, wonderfully adventurous night out at Space View Park.