a few short stories...
I didn't post on Thursday because I was packing to leave Friday morning, which turned out to be a hellish day and I just wanted to sleep before my parents' anniversary party on Saturday. Randomly, I have three mosquito bites. It's already October. *shrugs*
thursday: an unintentional gaslighting
Thursday started much as my workdays do. I didn't get to work until 9:30. I should really work on getting to work closer to 9. I kind of feel bad. Kind of. When I got there, Kelli was downstairs and told me that Kristi had an errand for me to run, if I felt comfortable enough. She wanted me to take a service affidavit to the 1st District MPD substation in NE. She gave me a map, too and told me to go to the OAG office to get some metro cards from Janese. I had to go to Union Station and then walk about 4 blocks to 500 E St NE. I got a little lost when I got out of Union Station, but I found an officer and he pointed me in the right direction. (He didn't know where the station was; I think that should have been my first clue.) So I eventually got there. And I found myself in a townhouse neighborhood. There was a middle school. That was the only non-residential building. I called my dad, who got on the internet to double check the address for me. I even went into the school, thinking maybe the station was a little desk in there. No dice. So I called Kristi; she wasn't answering her phone. I figured she was in court, and I told her that I couldn't find the station, so I was going to find my way back to the main 1st D's station in SW, since my dad had given me the address. Kristi called before I'd gotten too far and double checked the address; she didn't want me to go all the way to SW. So she called them and verified the address, 500 E St. The guy at the station was telling Kristi that there was a park across the street, and a church. I was looking around and definitely not seeing it. It took us about 5 minutes to realize that the station was in SE not NE. So I had to walk about 10 blocks, past East Capitol, which is like a mirror in the middle of the city to get to 500 E St. SE. But I finally delivered the paperwork and trudged to the Capitol South stop to go back to the courthouse. (According to Google Maps, I walked about 2 1/2 miles. Good thing I was wearing moderately comfortable shoes.) Needless to say, I was a little tired when I got back. I ate lunch and spent the afternoon typing up closing letters for Kimberly, letting her clients whose CPOs expire in October and November know that, well, their CPOs are expiring. At the end of the day, at 3:30, we all went to a little speech event for the Disabled Employee Month (or something liket that). Yvette was introducing the main speaker, an associate judge at the DC Superior Court. She told us that she was making a joke about how he wasn't a Cowboys fan. Or something. When the joke came up, we all laughed. I laughed a little too loudly and we kept laughing for a while after that. Kelli and I left after the speech and I went home to get ready for class. It was pretty uneventful. I had to pack that night because I had to leave early the next morning.
friday: next time I'm hitchhiking
Friday morning I woke up at 6:15am. I managed to get out the door close to 7. Luckily, it was pouring rain. I got to walk to the metro in the rain and got soaked. I had to go to Union Station (again) so I could catch a MARC (Maryland commuter) train to Baltimore to catch a shuttle to BWI. I arrived at US a hair late and had to wait another half hour to catch the next train. I left the city at 8:15 (mind you, flight leaves at 9:30). Didn't get into Baltimore until almost 9. I was starting to freak out a little. I finally got to the airport almost 9:10. Then I found out the flight had been delayed to 9:45. That made me feel better. Now, I always carry-on my makeup because I don't want to lose it if my checked bag gets lost. Silly me forgot about the ridiculous new procedures for liquids, besides the fact that the "terror alert" was raised to orange. So I had to throw out my foundation, concealer and mascara. Needless to say I was pissed. I finally got to the gate. The plane was delayed further; we didn't actually leave until almost 10:30. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, but I was flying Delta (don't ever do that) and had a connection in Atlanta leaving at 12:30. I touched down in Atlanta a little after 12. Then I had to find the gate for my connection. It wasn't on the little departure screen. A little Delta guy had to look it up on the computer. Several minutes later he figured it out and I had to go to another concourse. I made it on time, but lucky me, the flight got delayed. We didn't leave until 1:15. I was squished between the window and a large man who didn't smell very good. I got into Cleveland around 3. I was so happy to be there. I'd been traveling for 8 hours. My parents and my godparents, Mark and Simone, picked me up from the airport. We went to SouthPark mall for a little while. Then home. We had lasagna for dinner. It was tasty.
saturday: it's a party, right?
I got my hair cut on Saturday morning. As I was explaining my last horrific haircut, Karen was looking at my hair, comparing the length and whatnot. She said, I cannot even understand how that woman cut your hair. It turned out that one side of my hair was longer than the other. She fixed it for me. I feel so much better. After lunch, Simone, my aunt Jeri (who is actually my mom's best friend from college) and I went to the hall to finish decorating. We put yellow roses in bud vases on the tables and sprinkled confetti. It looked pretty good, too. When I got back home (ps, I got to drive- Yes!) Amberleigh and Tristan were there. I was so glad to see them. I didn't realize how much I missed even my sister. My father's best man and his wife, my uncle Rich and aunt Karen came soon after. Then we all went to see my new house. (My parents are selling the house I grew up in and building a new house. I grew up in a ranch. The new house is a colonial with a full basement. Weird.) I liked it. It'll be fun to decorate, though I will miss home-home. When we got back, we got ready for the party. It was a lot of fun. A bunch of people that I had to meet and shake hands with. My Aunt Karen came. I hadn't seen her in a while; I'm glad she came. The food was good. The DJ was... questionable. But there was karaoke. My dad sang "I Saw Her Standing There." It was hi-larious. Amberleigh and I gave sappy speeches. My anniversary present is that I'm coming home for a week over Thanksgiving to help with the move. The party started at 6 and ended at 11. On the way home, Tristan, Amberleigh and I stopped at Taco Bell. We all stayed up a little longer and talked. Then the three of us crashed in the family room. Mark and Simone are staying here too, but are staying in my room.
sunday: eh... i could eat again...
I had to run to the store before church to get the fixin's for french toast casserole. I put it together and then we all went to church; Tristan, Mark, Simone, Jeri, Jonathan (her husband), my parents and me. Suzanne came over while we were at church and made brunch for us. We got home and she stayed and ate with us, 10 people crowded around our dining room table. After brunch, my parents drove Jeri and Jonathan to the airport to fly home to Kansas. The rest of us vegged for the SVU marathon. Then the "adults" went out to dinner at Cheesecake (feel the envy). Then they came back. And are now opening their presents. Cheesecake is soon to come. Even though I've been picking and snacking all day. But, eh, I could eat again.
Tomorrow is back to DC at 4. It's a direct flight, thank goodness. I'm already looking forward to two weeks from now, when I'll be home to Chicago for my godsister Jade's wedding. I haven't seen my godparents for awhile. I almost forgot how much I miss them and love spending time with them. Of course, next weekend, Lisa, Crystal and Kasprovicz are coming to DC. That'll be great.
thursday: an unintentional gaslighting
Thursday started much as my workdays do. I didn't get to work until 9:30. I should really work on getting to work closer to 9. I kind of feel bad. Kind of. When I got there, Kelli was downstairs and told me that Kristi had an errand for me to run, if I felt comfortable enough. She wanted me to take a service affidavit to the 1st District MPD substation in NE. She gave me a map, too and told me to go to the OAG office to get some metro cards from Janese. I had to go to Union Station and then walk about 4 blocks to 500 E St NE. I got a little lost when I got out of Union Station, but I found an officer and he pointed me in the right direction. (He didn't know where the station was; I think that should have been my first clue.) So I eventually got there. And I found myself in a townhouse neighborhood. There was a middle school. That was the only non-residential building. I called my dad, who got on the internet to double check the address for me. I even went into the school, thinking maybe the station was a little desk in there. No dice. So I called Kristi; she wasn't answering her phone. I figured she was in court, and I told her that I couldn't find the station, so I was going to find my way back to the main 1st D's station in SW, since my dad had given me the address. Kristi called before I'd gotten too far and double checked the address; she didn't want me to go all the way to SW. So she called them and verified the address, 500 E St. The guy at the station was telling Kristi that there was a park across the street, and a church. I was looking around and definitely not seeing it. It took us about 5 minutes to realize that the station was in SE not NE. So I had to walk about 10 blocks, past East Capitol, which is like a mirror in the middle of the city to get to 500 E St. SE. But I finally delivered the paperwork and trudged to the Capitol South stop to go back to the courthouse. (According to Google Maps, I walked about 2 1/2 miles. Good thing I was wearing moderately comfortable shoes.) Needless to say, I was a little tired when I got back. I ate lunch and spent the afternoon typing up closing letters for Kimberly, letting her clients whose CPOs expire in October and November know that, well, their CPOs are expiring. At the end of the day, at 3:30, we all went to a little speech event for the Disabled Employee Month (or something liket that). Yvette was introducing the main speaker, an associate judge at the DC Superior Court. She told us that she was making a joke about how he wasn't a Cowboys fan. Or something. When the joke came up, we all laughed. I laughed a little too loudly and we kept laughing for a while after that. Kelli and I left after the speech and I went home to get ready for class. It was pretty uneventful. I had to pack that night because I had to leave early the next morning.
friday: next time I'm hitchhiking
Friday morning I woke up at 6:15am. I managed to get out the door close to 7. Luckily, it was pouring rain. I got to walk to the metro in the rain and got soaked. I had to go to Union Station (again) so I could catch a MARC (Maryland commuter) train to Baltimore to catch a shuttle to BWI. I arrived at US a hair late and had to wait another half hour to catch the next train. I left the city at 8:15 (mind you, flight leaves at 9:30). Didn't get into Baltimore until almost 9. I was starting to freak out a little. I finally got to the airport almost 9:10. Then I found out the flight had been delayed to 9:45. That made me feel better. Now, I always carry-on my makeup because I don't want to lose it if my checked bag gets lost. Silly me forgot about the ridiculous new procedures for liquids, besides the fact that the "terror alert" was raised to orange. So I had to throw out my foundation, concealer and mascara. Needless to say I was pissed. I finally got to the gate. The plane was delayed further; we didn't actually leave until almost 10:30. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, but I was flying Delta (don't ever do that) and had a connection in Atlanta leaving at 12:30. I touched down in Atlanta a little after 12. Then I had to find the gate for my connection. It wasn't on the little departure screen. A little Delta guy had to look it up on the computer. Several minutes later he figured it out and I had to go to another concourse. I made it on time, but lucky me, the flight got delayed. We didn't leave until 1:15. I was squished between the window and a large man who didn't smell very good. I got into Cleveland around 3. I was so happy to be there. I'd been traveling for 8 hours. My parents and my godparents, Mark and Simone, picked me up from the airport. We went to SouthPark mall for a little while. Then home. We had lasagna for dinner. It was tasty.
saturday: it's a party, right?
I got my hair cut on Saturday morning. As I was explaining my last horrific haircut, Karen was looking at my hair, comparing the length and whatnot. She said, I cannot even understand how that woman cut your hair. It turned out that one side of my hair was longer than the other. She fixed it for me. I feel so much better. After lunch, Simone, my aunt Jeri (who is actually my mom's best friend from college) and I went to the hall to finish decorating. We put yellow roses in bud vases on the tables and sprinkled confetti. It looked pretty good, too. When I got back home (ps, I got to drive- Yes!) Amberleigh and Tristan were there. I was so glad to see them. I didn't realize how much I missed even my sister. My father's best man and his wife, my uncle Rich and aunt Karen came soon after. Then we all went to see my new house. (My parents are selling the house I grew up in and building a new house. I grew up in a ranch. The new house is a colonial with a full basement. Weird.) I liked it. It'll be fun to decorate, though I will miss home-home. When we got back, we got ready for the party. It was a lot of fun. A bunch of people that I had to meet and shake hands with. My Aunt Karen came. I hadn't seen her in a while; I'm glad she came. The food was good. The DJ was... questionable. But there was karaoke. My dad sang "I Saw Her Standing There." It was hi-larious. Amberleigh and I gave sappy speeches. My anniversary present is that I'm coming home for a week over Thanksgiving to help with the move. The party started at 6 and ended at 11. On the way home, Tristan, Amberleigh and I stopped at Taco Bell. We all stayed up a little longer and talked. Then the three of us crashed in the family room. Mark and Simone are staying here too, but are staying in my room.
sunday: eh... i could eat again...
I had to run to the store before church to get the fixin's for french toast casserole. I put it together and then we all went to church; Tristan, Mark, Simone, Jeri, Jonathan (her husband), my parents and me. Suzanne came over while we were at church and made brunch for us. We got home and she stayed and ate with us, 10 people crowded around our dining room table. After brunch, my parents drove Jeri and Jonathan to the airport to fly home to Kansas. The rest of us vegged for the SVU marathon. Then the "adults" went out to dinner at Cheesecake (feel the envy). Then they came back. And are now opening their presents. Cheesecake is soon to come. Even though I've been picking and snacking all day. But, eh, I could eat again.
Tomorrow is back to DC at 4. It's a direct flight, thank goodness. I'm already looking forward to two weeks from now, when I'll be home to Chicago for my godsister Jade's wedding. I haven't seen my godparents for awhile. I almost forgot how much I miss them and love spending time with them. Of course, next weekend, Lisa, Crystal and Kasprovicz are coming to DC. That'll be great.
posted by Kat @ 20:27
1 Comments:
At 9:56 AM,
Anonymous said…
Dude. Those stories about nightmare travels are never fun. Especially when it turns what should be a short flight into an 8 hour ordeal. Though I've found that most times when you are wedged between a large person and a window on a plane, the large person pretty much inevitably smells bad. I think they have a rule that the person can't smell good for fear of sexual congress occurring on their flight.
I'm glad that you, Amberleigh, and Tristan had fun bonding and that your parents' party went well. Cheesecake is always a good thing to have. Especially to top a good weekend, or make you feel better about a bad one. Ah, cheesecake......*drools*....what was I saying?
Have fun playing with the girls next weekend. (I do find it funny that Kasprowicz is the only one who doesn't have her first name listed in your little announcement). We'll try to have the apartment clean(er) by the time you get here, but we're very busy people this month, so nothing is guarenteed.
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