The night was young as I began my journey toward Cal Anderson Park on foot. When I say "young," I mean young in the sense that it had not yet been nighttime for very long. Rest assured that I'm aware of the longevity of night as a phenomenon that has graced this planet its formation. Surely this lightless expression of the infinite expanse and grandeur of our universe will outlast anything else that we are capable of perceiving, other than Buzzfeed listicles that make the reference the same handful of jokes from Mean Girls.
Capitol Hill was rich with its signature ambiance as I navigated the gradual uphill climb to my destination. The less-traveled side streets were littered with both trees and actual litter. Two homeless people were placing the finishing touches on a surprisingly robust looking mattress approximation as I passed by. A boisterous and drunken individual nearly tripped while exiting an adjacent pub, but he managed a graceful recovery by bellowing "GO HAWKS," to which those still within in the bar responded with "Woooo!"
In lieu of thinking for myself, I eagerly anticipated each update from my iPhone's walking directions, each new pop-up proving to be more riveting than the last. My destination, ostensibly a baseball field that is open to the public, was pinpointed as being within the center of the park. Not one to doubt anodyne, algorithmic companion, I carefully circled around what appeared to be a children's playground multiple times. After sating my curiosity and realizing that those monkey bars and slides were, in fact, not a baseball field, I solemnly closed the Maps application and set off once again to find what I was looking for. This was probably a good thing, as circling around a children's playground while holding out my phone at night probably looked rather off-putting to some.
As I pivoted and began to walk toward the only baseball field that I had previously seen in Cal Anderson Park, I once more became distracted as a fleet of police vehicles descended upon a nearby apartment complex. Filled with curiosity about something that was clearly none of my business, I cautiously approached the scene of the hubbub and proceeded to gawk. Sure enough, an individual adorned with handcuffs was slowly but forcefully directed into the backseat of one of the cop cars before they departed. I was really glad that I saw that whole thing with someone getting arrested play out. That kind of action would surely serve as potent source material for another police procedural show about cops doing things on a weekly basis.
Oh, I eventually wound up at the pickup softball game with strangers. I watched the softball instead of playing it. Everyone there was friendly and it was fun to observe the variably ramshackle mechanisms they used to obscure their alcoholic beverages. Someone just sort-of wrapped their hat around their beer can, not actually covering up much of the beer can.
To be continued?