woke up this morning and olympics were on and NOW late in the afternoon is when they play kids shows? like children sleep in on weekends? no.. they don't. thats why parents hate them so much.
i dont mean to be so pissy (yes i do, i mean every word) but today has gone the complete opp-po-zit of what I'd thought it was gonna be..
i suppose i should also mention that last night was the single greatest wind suitiest night of my life so today being shit tay makes me feel even sadder.
yesterday was a normal day at the office- besides hating two of my coworkers with a fiery passion that could only be compared to the two of them being the indigestion of my life that i cannot take a pepcid for.. i came home early to a quiet house and thought about having a quiet night in when my roomie came home with news of her evening plans-- 80's Booze Cruise around the harbor. A three hour tour you say? By Gilligan- I'm in! I just so happen to have a nasty (and i mean that with all the respect due to a windsuit) electric lime green wind suit, complete with shoulder pads.. that i've been waiting ever so impatiently to wear. She hasn't gotten the words out of her mouth and I had my side pony, red pumps and windsuit on. I was ready for action. It was amazing- except for they were sold out when we got there and I didnt have a ticket. Luckily. I've made friends with the security guy and my room mate's friend's husband (ya catch that?) was the bassist... so he came to get me. Thank goodness becaues walking back to the car alone through the city dressed as a white Oprah from her early days would have been a great reason to get mugged of my bangles and pride. We sang and danced all night, it was beautiful. At one point (okay at several points) I got up with the band to sing- Don't Stop Believing was my greatest hit. I even sang louder than the lead guy (who was dressed as Michael Jackson... or Elvis, I couldn't tell)
So I came home around 11 and went to bed because an early doctor's appt made it nearly impossible to have any fun. just kidding, I was tore up from the floor up. now.. I guess it's at soon as I closed my eyes that the universe said "alright.. let's get her"
I woke early this morning with the distinct feeling I was falling off my bed and possibly to my death- nope. just the vertigo caused by the everlasting ear infection I have in my face. Going past the two week mark with an ear infection is no joke- and I know jokes. so after I assure myself I'm not gonna die (at least not in my bed this morning) I check the clock on my phone and its friggin 5 am. Seriously? Eff my life. I notice I have two missed calls from a friend at a very odd hour of 3:48am. What in God's name do you need from a female that early in the morning you couldn't pay some other lucky lady for? So I didn't respond.
I finally get out of bed to get to my appt, my heads pounding and my ear is ringing like a son of a bee sting but I trudge through. The Doctor informs me of what I already know- there's still plenty of fluid in my ear and because of where it is in my ear they can't get it out. It has to drain on it's own- friggin awesomeeee. so I burst into tears because I'm so stressed out about it I can barely function properly. Good news is though I'm not bleeding inside my ear anymore- win/win? not so much. So he gives me more meds to get that thing under control- when I'm leaving I get another message from my early morning friend - "you need to call me back we have to go bail mister out" oohhh snap! what! So I tried to call back and "you have reach verizon wireless.. please hold to speak to a represntative. (long pause) all represenatives are unavailable we reopen on monday- goodbye" WHAT! why would you redirect me to a closed building? and why can I get calls and messages but not answer or reply? So I just drove over- I walk in and Mister is sleeping in his bed. not in jail, not gone missing, his face isn't on any milk jugs.. just in his pillow. So for the next 45 minutes I listen to the story of his OUI and getting bailed out by another guy "the only friend that helped him out" on that note. I left him in bed and took my over zealous phone caller to get his car from the impound lot.
By this time I'm fully annoyed and ready to be home but I have alot crap to do so I speeding a little. I'm thinking of all the things I had to do today including driving to the beach to do a fundraiser for children, driving to a bridal store to get my shoes for next weekends wedding, driving to the pharmacy for my infected faceskull and then I see them...
I make eye contact with some of my city's finest policemen who follow me for a short distance before pulling me over. It's not just one policemen it's TWO! Do I look like Lindsay Lohan? I don't need to be surrounded.. I'm too lazy to run away from you anyway and I dont have enough gas in my car to drive away from you either, I'd high speed- make- you- chase- me to my house before I went anywhere else! Damn!
So he asks for the usual information and then says he's pulled me over for speeding and my inspection and my registration is up. Registration was due in June (didnt have a clue) and my inspection was due in January.. I thought it was done in January so I never bothered to look at it. Then he asks for insurance- apparently I only have my expired card. Then he asks for my license- it's invalid because my new address doesn't match the address listed. Wow.
"you're breaking alot of laws here ma'am"
"yes sir i know, i've been told i'm an habitual line crosser but i dont mean to. i really am just stupid"
"............................." (thats him staring at me)
"im sorry!"
"................................................just go. and get all this stuff taken care of. you cant be on the road otherwise"
well. I drove myself the thirty more feet to my house and thankfully my roomie busted out the gin because after being told I can't use my license or car.. I can still drive myself to drunk town.
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