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Jul. 28th, 2004 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2I really hate it when things don't go as planned.
I was supposed to meet up with some of my high school friends...people I haven't seen in a very long time.
With everyone's schedules being so hectic, we decided on tonight.
However, there was no month listed on the e-mail I received, just a date, so I assumed it was tonight, and not next month.
I drove out to the location, which took an hour in a hot car and stop and go traffic. I got to the restaurant. For some reason I thought the time was 5:30, and that the girl putting it together was going to be there around 5. I got there at 6, fashionably late, but the traffic was awful.
No one was there, and I did not have a copy of the e-mail, and I was kind of wondering what was up. I called all the numbers that I had programmed into the cellphone (there weren't many) but to no avail, no one answered. So I assumed that I had the wrong month. I waited a few minutes more, but figured, it is 6:10, even if the event was happening at 6:30 the girl would be here by now. Plus, the other friend that I called never answered, leading me to believe that she was at work or something.
I get in my car and drive forty minutes to home. As soon as I pull in a parking spot my phone rings, and it is the other friend. "Where are you?"
The exchange that followed was not one of my better moments. As usual, had I waited (literally) five minutes longer, someone would have walked in. Damnit, damnit, damnit. I just assumed that I screwed up as usual. Plus my other friend had heard the phone ring, but obviously waited forty minutes to call me back. Had she pulled over and called me right back I could have turned around with little or no backtracking involved. But as I was now home, and as the Southbound freeway traffic was at a standstill for four miles, I didn't have the gumption to get back in the car.
*Sigh*
I was really looking forward to it too. And now as I sit here I feel that "naughty" feeling of me supposed to be somewhere else. I am so incredibly tired and headachy and worn out, and I just want to sleep. And write.
Sorry to be so whiny...I'm having one of those bad days, you know the ones, where your mind pulls out stupid things you've done and juggles them in front of you for a bit. Or all day, as the case may be. Ugh.
I was supposed to meet up with some of my high school friends...people I haven't seen in a very long time.
With everyone's schedules being so hectic, we decided on tonight.
However, there was no month listed on the e-mail I received, just a date, so I assumed it was tonight, and not next month.
I drove out to the location, which took an hour in a hot car and stop and go traffic. I got to the restaurant. For some reason I thought the time was 5:30, and that the girl putting it together was going to be there around 5. I got there at 6, fashionably late, but the traffic was awful.
No one was there, and I did not have a copy of the e-mail, and I was kind of wondering what was up. I called all the numbers that I had programmed into the cellphone (there weren't many) but to no avail, no one answered. So I assumed that I had the wrong month. I waited a few minutes more, but figured, it is 6:10, even if the event was happening at 6:30 the girl would be here by now. Plus, the other friend that I called never answered, leading me to believe that she was at work or something.
I get in my car and drive forty minutes to home. As soon as I pull in a parking spot my phone rings, and it is the other friend. "Where are you?"
The exchange that followed was not one of my better moments. As usual, had I waited (literally) five minutes longer, someone would have walked in. Damnit, damnit, damnit. I just assumed that I screwed up as usual. Plus my other friend had heard the phone ring, but obviously waited forty minutes to call me back. Had she pulled over and called me right back I could have turned around with little or no backtracking involved. But as I was now home, and as the Southbound freeway traffic was at a standstill for four miles, I didn't have the gumption to get back in the car.
*Sigh*
I was really looking forward to it too. And now as I sit here I feel that "naughty" feeling of me supposed to be somewhere else. I am so incredibly tired and headachy and worn out, and I just want to sleep. And write.
Sorry to be so whiny...I'm having one of those bad days, you know the ones, where your mind pulls out stupid things you've done and juggles them in front of you for a bit. Or all day, as the case may be. Ugh.
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:10 pm (UTC)Dang... and no Bradd to yell at you to...
GET BACK IN THE F'ING CAR!! GET BACK IN THE F'ING CAR BIAAATCH!!!"
>;-D
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Date: 2004-07-30 01:01 am (UTC)