The HIGH life

The eighth floor is nice. You'll never hear me complain about it. I love it. But... it isn't the 18th floor. Not that there's anything wrong with it at all. However, when the opportunity comes along to take a gander up at the 18th floor, well, you just have to take one for the team. Despite how you might feel about the 8th floor.

Back when this whole adventure started, the 18th floor balcony was supposed to be accessible to all guests. But somewhere along the way it became a penthouse amenity. Which isn't a terrible thing, I suppose, when imagined from that perspective. Or at least that's what I thought before I got to visit.

And now that I have, well, I'm slightly (no offense eighth floor!) miffed that I'll not get to do so at my own leisure. Unless I befriend the son of the millionaire that owns this place, who happens to live up there. While not impossible (he IS my neighbor ten stories removed afterall), it's not something I expect will occur tomorrow or any time soon. If ever. I am, technically, closer to the ground than to him.

Today was a special occasion, however. It was the official ribbon cutting of this place. So, I left work a little early to partake. And I'm glad I did. In the process of enjoying free, excellent food and spectacular views, I got to meet my remaining 8th floor neighbor, several other neighbors, the aforementioned millionaire building owner, his also aforementioned son that lives on that floor, and, let's not forget, the mayor of Oklahoma City, Mick Cornett.


(More pics in the Picasa Album)

That last part was mostly an accident. It's unlikely I would have had the gall to introduce myself had it not happened the way it did. Basically, I was standing next to the elevator when he got off and started shaking hands. I was the second person in that defacto line of people by mere happenstance. I did introduce myself as I shook his hand, but I guarantee he has already forgotten me.


The kids were given the opportunity to join me at this event, but they thought it sounded boring, so they opted to stay with their after school babysitter. But you should have seen the looks on their faces when they saw the pictures. So after I picked them up and we got back to the apartment, even though the main event was over, I got the manager to take us up to the balcony so they could at least enjoy the view for a moment. And it was quite the nice photo op.



Ah, the "high" life... I could definitely get used to this.